#but he kept. kissing my forehead and my cheeks and the crown of my head and i jsutsttststjdhfksadg

[pinkseas]

[parasocial bestie] i dont think about Kissing but like i DONT THINK. ABOUT KISSING. in the way most ppl think and u rite i despise it in the romantic way idek if its an aro thing But Like. i do think about kissing in that kinda way. like uh.

like ur first qpr xiaolumi fic....... when lumine just kinda,... screw it ill just do the thing i kept thinkign,... and kiss xiao's lil crown on his sweat matted hair after his breakdown. and his lil surprised face and wide-spread but still faint blush. i just. i Think about that type of kissing. i think bout that Kiss. something so convenient something thats really Needed yknow and it hurts in a good way cus xiao NEEDS IT YKNOW.

i also think bout kissing in my own context like my xiao dead(ish) brainrot when he sleepge perpetually on bed. lumine waiting after hours of her one-sided convo to him. just waiting, kinda. it gets tiring it gets a lil hopeless a lil dull to keep seeing him like that but she still sits there. she waits for him. wishes him well. even if she leaves once in a while bc she knows he wouldnt want her to wallow like some wet sludge by the bedside and ye need to touch some good ol grass.

she wishes him well. one day he'll wake up. so like. gosh. i guess theres something to give yknow. as somekind of guarantee, or anything to assure herself, what she needs to think more than to wait more of.

and lumine gives a featherlight peck on his cheek, just below his eye. they call it an angel kiss, usually for those who wants to wake up their sleeping loved ones in the morning. yeagh. just once.

i also hate kissing but i also think about kissing in that specific way yknow i just aueutjnajjdjdbfbbsbfjdhskzkcksjfjkshfbsbdbhajfjsjcjdjfjhdvdgshsgajfhdhfhshshjfjsj

"and kiss xiao's lil crown on his sweat matted hair after his breakdown. and his lil surprised face and wide-spread but still faint blush" now tell me why i literally wrote this scene months ago and reading this still made me want to burst immediately into tears. EVERY TIME I IMAGINE IT OR ANYTHING LIKE I I JUST. MMMMMMMMMFGNMNGMNFGMFNM

SLEEPGE........ crying. i love -ge on words but i dont Think ive seen sleepge im obsessed now okay anywyas

AN ANGEL KISS......... FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO WAKE UP THEIR SLEEPING LOVED ONES IN THE MORNING.......... JUST ONCE....................... EUEUUEUEUEUEUEUEUEUUEUEU

im fine. this is fine. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

[siriussslut]

So you know your Regulus getting head for the first time? What if it’s innocent!james… Euphemia and Flemount kept him shielded from anything more then kissing so when he gets a girlfriend and they’re making out she dryhumps him… and obviously that leads to head. Thoughts? Prayers? idk i’m not good at sending asks (this is like my 2nd time istg) 😭

warnings: explicit smut, blowjob, innocence

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james’ lips taste like red gatorade. he’s practically addicted to the stuff. you can’t help but smile against his lips, hopelessly endeared. he smiles along with you, a breathless giggle escaping his throat. “what?” he mumbles.

you pull back to catch you breath, foreheads pressed together, still grinning. “nothing.”

before he can reply you kiss him again. this time, it’s deeper. you straddle his thigh, pushing his back against the wall behind his bed. he releases a surprised groan but is largely compliant, letting you take the reins.

you slip your tongue past his plush lips, exploring the inside of his mouth. your cunt throbs as you feel along the wet cavern. you can feel yourself leaking onto his jeans.

in desperate need of stimulation, you hump his thick thigh, the rough denim of the jeans offering the perfect amount of friction. your clit is engorged and pulsating, rubbing through the thin cloth of your panties.

james pulls away from the kiss, lips swollen, eyes wide and startled. his glasses are crooked. “wh-what are you doing?”

you look up at him through your lashes, pulling away from his belt buckle. “do you want me to stop?”

“um… no?”

you undo the buckle, pulling his belt out of the loops of his jeans. you can feel his cock fill and harden underneath the cloth of his pants.

“you sure?” you ask, cocking an eyebrow.

he looks a bit embarrassed now, his cheeks tinged red. “i…”

you decide to show before you ask. you slide off the bed, sinking to your knees on his bedroom’s rug. “can i?” you gesture to his pants.

he nods vigorously. you smirk at his eagerness, pulling his pants down. his boxers are bright red, little gold crowns dotted on the fabric. his bulge is pathetically prominent.

you cup the tent, needing to use both hands to cover his sheer size. you squeeze and he releases a truly indecent moan.

“you can- you can do whatever you want. just please don’t stop.” his voice is high-pitched and whiny. he already sounds like he’s on the brink of coming. the sound goes straight to your pussy.

you desperately tear away his boxers, letting his cock spring free. it’s even larger than you anticipated, and fully hardened now. his tip is red enough to rival his boxers.

you run your finger along a bulging vein and he arches his back, whimpering. “please don’t stop, please don’t stop!” he’s begging now.

his tip bubbles with pre-cum at your first touch. you reach down for his balls, sliding his shaft into your mouth. his cock jerks around inside the walls of your throat. you grind into his carpet, swirling your tongue around his length.

you gently tug on his balls. the double stimulation seems to be too much and he comes into your mouth. hot ropes of his seed shoot down your throat, filling you with his taste.

you dig your nails into his thigh, forcing him to look you in the eyes as you swallow. he whimpers at the sight of it, a tear sliding down his cheek.

[cap-winter-barnes]

Back For Good (Tyler Owens x Reader)

During this time of the year, the Texas weather becomes unbearably sweltering, almost out of nowhere. The sun and warmth you usually love to soak in soon becomes abhorrent as you crave a reprieve from the soaring temperatures.

The sky outside is a beautiful orange as you stare absentmindedly from the front porch, feet tapping uncontrollably on the wooden steps underneath you as you perch on the topmost deck. The view from where you sit is one you'll never tire of as you take in the masses of trees surrounding your property, your own private paradise.

Moving to Texas was the best decision you could have made all those months ago, especially under the circumstances of your family life. You first occupied the decades old ranch in the winter, when the humidity wasn't so dense. You immediately felt at home the moment you saw the view. Winter in Texas is your favourite season to witness, so much so you bestowed its name upon the small bundle nestled in your arms, barely a month old.

You're little Winter.

Such a small, delicate thing, with ten tiny fingers and ten tiny toes. As soon as you saw that positive pregnancy test gripped between your shaking fingers, you vowed to protect and love her with your life - nothing could change that. A dusting of blonde hair adorns her head, accompanied by already hazel-green eyes, making her the spitting image of her father. Your husband.

A husband you pray makes a safe return home to you. To both of you. Despite what he does for a living, you can't fault his love for what he does. The last you saw of him was a few weeks prior to Winter's birth as he swore he'd be home to see her into the world in the safety of his arms. Yet the weather of the south had kept you apart, your baby girl arriving a whole month early, her Daddy missing the first breath of his first child. Yet he had kept contact with you as he fought through literal tornadoes to get home to you.

Glancing at your phone beside you, you are disappointed to have not received anymore texts or phonecalls, yet as you readjust your darling daughter in your arms, you hear the rev of an engine far off down the driveway.

Tears immediately start to pool in your eyes as you see the familiar red truck in the distance, dust following in its wake. Yet as you take in the damage to Tyler's beloved truck your heart ratchets up in your chest, a sick feeling taking over you. With a scrape of gravel, the truck comes to a sudden halt, only metres from where you sit. With unsteady legs, you stand as the door opens and outsteps your husband.

With a pause in your breath and heart, you take in the appearance of the man you've needed by your side these last few weeks. Adorned in his typical white shirt, jeans and boots, you feel the tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

There is the briefest pause as Tyler take you in before he instinctively moves towards you. Enveloping you in his arms, holding you tightly against his body without crushing your daughter, your free hand balled tightly into a fist around the back of his shirt. Heavy sobs escape your mouth as you revel in the feel of him against your skin, the sensation of his hands against your bare arms. A forceful, yet loving kiss is placed on the crown of your head as Tyler takes in the scent of your hair, missing the smell of your shampoo whilst he's been gone.

As if only just realising, Tyler pulls away, a gasp leaving his lips as he takes in the bundle of joy held gently in your arms. "Oh, she's even more beautiful in person." With both hands, Tyler carefully takes hold of your face, thumbs brushing away the falling tears before bringing you in for a chaste kiss, pouring all the love into the one moment. "You did so good, baby. I'm so fucking proud of you." With another kiss to your forehead, he then directs his attention back to your beautiful daughter, his forehead now resting against your own.

"I'm not going anywhere my darling girl. Daddy's home and he's going to give you all the love in the world. Me and your momma love you so much already." Both of you are now shedding tears as neither of you can take your eyes from the child you created together, finally able to be a family of three for the first time.

[pierregazly]

you were my best friend first ꨄ  charles leclerc

charles leclerc x reader

warnings: fluff, charles is the sappiest drunk, monaco 2024, mentions of drinking/being drunk [1k words]

request: 🫶🏻 Charles Leclerc + prompt 8!! Thank youuuu 🤍 ["you were my bestfriend, before you were anything else, love."]

The Monaco sun shined down on him, his head was tilted back, embracing the warmth that radiated against his skin. Soft sighs of triumph leaving his lips as beads of sweat began to gather against his forehead.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes followed his every move. He was exquisite in every way, and it was like he just knew it. The love that emitted from your heart for the Monegasque man was never-ending, all-consuming, and exactly the type of love you had always dreamt of, had always daydreamed about when you thought of the person that would once be that person for you.

Your eyes still shined bright with unshed tears, the sounds of the Monegasque anthem being sung from around you prompting one small bead of liquid to drip down your face. The pride racing through your body was indescribable. You could practically feel Charles’ happiness, his sheer relief, coursing through your own body.

Arthur’s arm was tossed over your shoulder, pulling your body against his side as he screeched the lyrics of the anthem into the open air, his own cheeks riddled with tears of pride for his big brother. Really, everyone around you had red cheeks, and a copious amount of shed tears.

This was the moment.

The moment everyone in Monaco had been yearning for since he qualified on pole, since they realized that this may finally be his chance. His family, his friends, his country-folk, his Monarchy, it was the moment every single person had been rooting for him for, for years.

It felt like forever while you waited for him to make his way down from the podium, being stopped by every person he passed kept him occupied, a toothy-smile so prominent on his features as his arms wrapped around almost every person who put their arm out to stop him in his path.

Once your eyes finally made contact with his, he rushed over, throwing his arms around your body and pulling you tight against him. You couldn’t decipher the words he was yelling into your ear, but the tone, the happiness, it was so obvious. 

“You did it, you did it!” He eagerly nodded his head down at you, pressing his lips messily against yours, the smile as he did so prompting the corners of your lips to tug up alongside his.

Charles pulled back to look down at you, his glassy eyes conveying words you knew he couldn’t say right now.

“Thank you for being here, mon coeur. I’m so… just thank you,” he said.

You smiled up at him, your words caught in your throat as you tried to keep the looming tears at bay. 

“I’ll always be here, Cha,” you said, a soft smile gracing your face as you continued to look up at him, feeling like the two of you were stuck in your own little world.

It didn’t take long for the festivities to begin. People graced the streets, singing songs of celebration, the clubs began opening their doors, the champagne had already been popped.

The gala dinner passed by quickly, the starstruck feeling of being so close to the Prince and Princess of Monaco was diminished by the drinks that continuously felt like they were being magically refilled in your hand. Charles’ arm hadn’t left your lower back, his body having begun to mould itself to you the longer the night progressed. 

“Are you still okay to go to the club, mon coeur?”

Quirking an eyebrow up at him in confusion, you nodded your head with a slight laugh.

“Cha… tonight’s about you. I will go anywhere you want me to, my love. Just take my hand and drag me along,” you said.

A grin replaced the soft look on his face, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head as he pulled your body tight against his again.

The music in the club was thunderous. There was no other way to describe the energy of the environment as anything other than triumphant. Everyone felt like this was a triumph for them, watching the person who had felt for years that Monaco could never love him back… to finally feel the love that he had always given so freely. 

Neither of you had realized how much you had drank until you were holding each other up, the Monaco flag held over your heads as someone; still unsure as to who, dragged the two of you along and out to an Uber. 

Charles giggled in your ear every time his feet flew out from underneath him, almost dragging the two of you down with every third step he took.

“Can’t believe you were really here to see me do it, baby,” he whispered in your ear, once the two of you were settled in the Uber and back on the road.

“M’good luck charm, mon coeur,” he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, prompting a shiver to shoot through your body.

“Oh Cha, wouldn’t have missed it for the world. You’re my best friend, my love,” you responded, a soft smile on your heated cheeks.

“You were my best friend, before you were anything else, mon coeur. Gonna talk about how I couldn’t have won Monaco without you during my wedding speech, mon coeur. Make everyone jealous, cause you’re so great and you’re all mine,” he rambled on, slurring his way through his multiple declarations of love for you.

Drunk or sober, the feelings that swam through your body had you nuzzling closer to the Monegasque as your apartment building came into view. You had loved him for years, had been the backbone of so many unfortunate weekend endings; had been there for every high and low in his Formula 1 career.

Every unhappy Sunday had led to this moment, Charles whispering declarations of love into your shoulder, as the banners and chants continued amongst the country. The raw, unfiltered love for the man beside you prompting drunken tears to fill your eyes.

He was Monaco’s hero, but he was your best friend first.

im so sorry it's taking me so long to get these out lol... i havent been in the biggest writing mood lately, but i finished a book tonight in two hours and decided i needed to finish this one. this one NEEDED to get written. love you all 💗

[mothwingwritings]

Cherished Gift

F!Reader X Zayne (Love And Deepspace)

Look, I know this is coming out of left field but I did not want to let my husband Zayne Love and Deepspace’s birthday pass by without at least trying to write/post something. I hustled to get this out, it’s truly probably the quickest I have written something lol. It’s little and a bit rushed, but I hope you all enjoy!!! AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZAYNE! It’s all about you today, my Virgo king! <3

Warnings: NSFW, Mentions of sex and sexual themes so 18+ ONLY PLEASE!!! Other than that, it’s all just fluff and love my darlings! <3 There is very little editing, though.

Witnessing an uncomposed Zayne was a very rare sight. His default state was to be the stoic and stern doctor, exhibiting a frosty countenance and no-nonsense demeanor that would make anyone in his presence want to instantly be on their best behavior. It was such a natural state for him that it often aggravated you, as you felt that his outward presentation kept so many people from getting to know the true Zayne, and what a loving, giving, warm person he actually was. 

But currently, that grim doctor was nowhere to be found. In his place was a blissed out, disheveled mess, half clothed and panting as he lounged in his plush recliner. Sweat made his hair stick to his flushed forehead, his red tinted cheeks making him look almost cherubic were it not for the fire that smoldered in his emerald eyes, and throbbing dick still buried deep inside of you.

Even in his post coitus haze, his eyes never once left your form. He drank you in with as much interest now as he had while you were writhing and bouncing on his cock, maybe even more so now that he wasn’t completely lost in the thralls of pleasure. Though you were pleased with your work, you couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by his unwavering attention, especially considering that Zayne wasn’t the only one left in such a sloppy state.

The lingerie set you had purchased especially for his birthday celebration had long since been discarded (it was incredible really, just how quickly the skimpy fabric gave way to his feverish hands), and your makeup and hair that you had fretted over for hours  was now nothing more than a smeared mess and chaotic tangle. Part of you wanted to dismount him right away and run to the restroom to freshen up, take a moment to remove the saliva and bits of cum that still lingered around your lips from your first go around with him. But you couldn’t find yourself pulling away from him, and minor embarrassment aside, Zayne did not appear to care how filthy you looked. His eyes still held on to you with such wanton reverence that you couldn’t help but blush, drinking in your unkempt appearance with a warmth that made your heart melt.

After several moments of silence that were broken only by the rasps of your choppy breathing, you felt him start to soften inside of you. The hands you had planted firmly on his chest noticing his heart beat steady, the electric energy buzzing in the air during your love making diminishing into a pleasant aura of peace.

Slowly, you climbed off him, his hands reluctantly falling from your waist as you did so. With a wave of your hand you motioned him to scoot over, which once done, you nestled beside him, burrowing yourself into the crook of his arm. He wrapped the limb around you tightly, keeping you pressed firmly to his side as he planted a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

Once you had settled in, you spoke up. “So,” a playful lilt tinged your voice as you looked up at the man holding you so lovingly, “How would you rank your birthday thus far? It at least has to be better than working, right?”

He answered with a pleased hum, “This is the best birthday I have ever had. I’ve been completely spoiled.” His hand traveled to your head, lazily massaging his fingers against your scalp, “But you may have created a monster. Now I am going to start expecting this treatment every birthday.”

 You giggled, “Lucky for you, this is only the tip of the iceberg! I’ll spoil you rotten for every one of your birthdays if you let me~”

It was Zayne’s turn to laugh, a small smile creeping across his lips, “Are you just trying to get me indebted to you?” He scrubbed your head, giving you another chaste kiss, “Because there is no need, you won’t ever have to bribe me for my affection. Everything I have I give to you freely. Your presence alone is enough of a treat, and your love is a gift I will forever cherish.”

“Zayne,” snuggling your face closer to his chest, you hoped to hide the deep crimson brought on by his earnest admission, “… I could spend hours talking and never be able to explain how much you mean to me. Words shy in comparison to the depths of my feelings, but… I love you. I will always love you, Zayne.”

With your heart felt confession lingering in the air, you spent the next several minutes glued to each other’s side in a comfortable silence. As you watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest, your eyes began to grow heavy, the exertion of the day’s prior activities finally catching up to you. While you were swiftly being carried off to dream land, you felt Zayne  moving beside you. The lack of warmth made you crack your eyes, your sleepy gaze watching as he repositioned himself atop you.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead, “I was going to take you to bed so you could sleep more comfortably.”

You rubbed your eyes, shaking your head a bit. “No, it’s OK. I am glad you woke me up. I don’t want to spend the rest of your birthday sleeping, I want to spend it with you.”

He smiled at the innocent delivery of your words, “Well if a nap is out of the question, why don’t we start getting cleaned up for dinner?”

You gave a nod of approval, sitting up to stretch your weary body. Arching your back and extending your arms, the cool air on your exposed skin caused you to shiver slightly, goosebumps forming across your chest and arms at the sensation. Feeling a bit more spry now that you were loosened up, you started to shimmy your way off the seat, but Zayne’s body blocked your path, barring you from moving any further. “Zayne…?”

Fire was coming back to his eyes as he watched you move, answering your inquiry with a kiss to your lips. What started out as a peck soon grew in ferocity, hungry lips moving against yours with a passion you were desperate to match.

“Zayne,” you breathed in between his relentless assault, “I thought you said we were going to get cleaned up? I’m kind of gross right now, and we have a reservation, so we have to get ready to leave soon.”

“We have time,” he cut you off gently, planting a kiss to the tip of your nose, “and you are brilliant, even all mussed up. In fact, I find you exceptionally lovely right now knowing that I was the one that brought you to such a state.”

Your body flushed as he continued his attack, skilled hands trailing the length of your body, caressing you so gingerly you couldn’t help but careen your body towards him, seeking out more. “So beautiful,” he whispered against your neck, “Every part of you is breathtaking, (Name). Let me enjoy you.”

“But it’s your birthday, not mine …” Your voice trailed off as he nipped at your breast, biting down just hard enough to leave a lasting mark. You whimpered as he then kissed the tender flesh, your reaction causing a small, mischievous smile to form on his face.

“I know,” his soft voice murmured against your chest as he continued trailing his lips down your body, “Which is precisely why I know you won’t deny me my favorite gift of all, correct? The best way to make me feel good is to let me make you feel good in return.”

You smiled sheepishly at him, moving your hands to gently cup his face, “Well, I guess I can’t deny the birthday boy on his special day, can I?” You sighed, tracing your thumb gently across the apple of his cheek, “I love you.”

He turned his head, leaving a kiss on your palm, “I love you, too.”

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 22 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Now that Bradley has you with him, he never wants you to go. But the stress from Meredith and Penny still hangs between the two of you. And the only think that seems to make sense to Bradley could be taken from him.

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4800 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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You were finally in Bradley's arms. Aside from your hangover and banged up knee, you seemed no worse for the wear. Just a little shaken up from those assholes taunting you last night. As he leaned back against his headboard, you were curled up against his chest wearing his favorite sweatshirt. 

"I love you," he whispered again, rubbing the bare skin of your back and waist beneath the sweatshirt. You hadn't returned the sentiment, but it didn't matter. You just snuggled a little closer to him every time he said it to you. 

When your stomach growled, you looked up at him and laughed softly. "Come on," he said, kissing your forehead as he withdrew his hand from your soft skin. "I'll make you breakfast."

Now you were looking at him with concern as you straddled his thighs. "You'll make me breakfast? Sorry, but I'm not going to eat anything you cook."

Bradley tipped his head back and started laughing. "You got me there, Princess. But I can get you a bowl of cereal."

You just shook your head and slid off of his lap, taking his hand in yours. "I'll make you breakfast," you told him, looking back at him over your shoulder as he followed you down the hallway. He'd follow you anywhere today. Do anything you wanted to do. As long as you kept him with you.

He turned on the coffee maker and pulled two mugs down as you bent in front of the refrigerator. Your bare legs and his oversized sweatshirt made him feel weak. You handed him some eggs and the gallon jug of milk. "Do you have cinnamon?" you asked as he set the milk and eggs on the counter. 

"You don't actually have to make me breakfast," he whispered as you kissed his chin. 

"I'm hungry for French toast," you told him, so he located the cinnamon for you. Then he watched you work, helping with everything you asked him to. And when the kitchen smelled like cinnamon, and there were slices of bread sizzling on the stovetop, Bradley handed you a mug of coffee. 

"Can you help me with something on my phone?" he asked softly, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you sipped your coffee and flipped a piece of bread. 

You set down the mug that said Aviators Look Down on Others and glared at him over your shoulder. "If you ask me to delete another dating app, I will rage. Do you understand me?"

"It's not that," he promised.

"Well, then what can I help you with, old man?"

Bradley couldn't help but smile at your words as he ran his mustache along the side of your neck. "Help me change this." He tapped on your contact name which was still listed as Babysitter. He deleted that word as he let his chin rest on your shoulder, making sure you were looking at his phone. Then he typed out My Princess before he opened his photo gallery. 

"It doesn't look like you need my help," you whispered as he scrolled through all of his pictures of you and Noah and the occasional one related to something at work. "Oh wait, yes you do," you said, pointing to the dirty pictures you had sent him. "You need to save those in a private folder, Daddy."

He was beyond delighted that you had just called him Daddy. "That's something else you can help me with," he murmured, scrolling further until he found the first selfie you sent to him. The one where you were wearing your purple crown. He set it at your contact photo and kissed your cheek

"Give me that," you told him after you flipped the pieces of French toast again. He handed you his phone and watched you move all the dirty photos he loved so much into a new folder that you labeled Princess. "And you can enter the passcode when you want to look at them," you said as you saved today's date as the four digit code.

"Why did you make it today's date?" he asked as you spun to face him and pressed his phone to his chest. He grabbed it as you let go and wrapped your arms around his neck. You kissed him hard, devouring his mouth as you sighed softly. Bradley tossed his phone onto the counter next to the mugs and let his hands slide up your sides beneath his soft sweatshirt. 

"Because," you told him between kisses, running your fingers up into his hair and looking him in the eye. "Today's the day you told me you love me."

"Baby," he moaned against your lips, reaching behind you to turn off the stove burners. 

You kept your body snug against his, even when you let your hands trail down to the bottom of his undershirt and whispered, "Daddy."

You peeled his shirt off, finally letting him feel your hands everywhere. "Please. Let me take you back to bed." He had never been intimate with you there, but he'd been dreaming about it for a long time. Hell, last night was the first time you and he had a real sleepover. The first time he got to hold you all night.

Immediately you started pushing him toward the hallway, and he hoisted you up into his arms as you squeaked. "I got you," he promised.

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There had to be something wrong with you, because you couldn't physically stop smiling. Bradley had taken you to his bed, set you down gently right in the middle of it, and started kissing you everywhere. His sweatshirt was pushed up to your breasts, his big hands squeezing your sides while he kissed the spot just below your belly button.

You were panting softly, and you could tell how wet you were by the way your lace underwear clung to you. But he seemed to be in no hurry, so you just let him keep it up. Lips and mustache found your injured knee, and he kissed all around the bandage before gently guiding your leg over his shoulder. 

"I've been dreaming about this," he whispered against your inner thigh. When his fingers teased along the elastic of your underwear, you thought he was going to remove them, but he just kept driving you crazy instead. 

A soft laugh bubbled out of your lips. "You dreamed about rescuing me from frat boys and having your way with me?"

"No," he grunted, easing his large body over yours, while you kept your leg on his shoulder. You could feel his hard cock rub your core through both of your underwear, and you pressed up against him. "I dream about having you in my bed. Having you all to myself. Don't get me wrong, I love sharing you with Noah," he mumbled, pushing the sweatshirt up and palming your tits with his massive hands. "But when you're like this, you're all mine."

As your back arched off the bed, Bradley's lips met your nipple, kissing and caressing you like nobody else ever had. "Daddy," you whispered before your eyes fluttered closed. 

"All mine," he muttered, licking the valley between your breasts before sucking on one nipple and then the other.

You cried out for him, your hands grabbing at his biceps and shoulders before threading through his messy curls. 

"You're so fucking sensitive, Princess."

You definitely were for him. Because he knew how to touch you. He knew how to love you. He was good at all of it. 

"Bradley?" you gasped after he had worked your nipples into tender peaks. He whispered your name, the bristles of his mustache rubbing you just right. You were clenching around nothing. He hadn't even undressed you yet. And now you were in trouble, because he could tell how far gone you were as he whispered your name over and over again.

You rubbed yourself up against his cock as he pressed his lips to your ear and moaned, "I love you, Princess. I love you."

There was little doubt in your mind that you could cum for him just like this. He loved you. And you loved him.

You were soaking wet as he slipped his hand inside your underwear and groaned. "You make me insane," he informed you gruffly, wasting no time before slipping his middle finger inside you. 

"Bradley!" you cried as he stroked your clit with his thumb and fucked you with one, thick digit until you were propping yourself up on your elbows to get to his lips. You kissed him, and he devoured every noise you made. "I'm so close, Daddy." When you let your head tip back, his mouth found your breasts again. You were close to overstimulation as he removed his finger from inside you and rubbed his fingertips across your clit until you were nearly crying. 

It took you a second to realize that your legs were shaking as he sucked on your breasts. You were about to cum as soft grunts mixed with your deep, erratic breathing. "Oh," you gasped, and then he was mashing his lips to yours, pushing you back against the pillow. "I'm coming," you whined into his mouth. 

Then you were shaking everywhere, his fingers slowing down and applying less pressure until you moaned his name so loudly, you should have been embarrassed. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and it felt like you were laying in a puddle as Bradley tapped your clit with his fingertips. 

When you met his eyes and saw the desire there, you knew what had happened. "Did I squirt again?" you asked softly as you caught your breath. Bradley brought his damp hand up to his own mouth and licked his palm before running his index finger along your lips. 

"You did," he whispered, letting you kitten lick his fingers. You tasted good on his warm skin, and you were no longer embarrassed. Because he looked so turned on right now. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his underwear, could feel him pulsing against you. When you sucked two of his fingers into your mouth, he started bucking against you, and you looked up at him.

"Don't look at me like that," he rasped, pushing them a little further into your mouth. "You already know you own me."

You moaned around his fingers before he pulled them free and kissed you. Then his sweatshirt was on the floor along with your soaking wet underwear. You watched the graceful way he removed his own underwear as you sat up. 

"Come here," you commanded, and he did as he was told, kissing you and wrapping his arms around you. You told him where to touch you, and he did. You told him everything you wanted, and he did that too. You were already a mess again as his thigh rubbed your core. Already whimpering his name.

"You gonna let me make love to you, Princess?" he asked, spreading your legs a little wider and coaxing you flat on your back. 

"Yes," you whispered when you felt him at your entrance. 

"A little louder," he said, pressing against you with delicious pressure.

"Yes!"

He was steady and meticulous, sure that you liked everything he was doing before he went a little harder. He checked in with you until you could barely answer him, because everything felt too good. Your fingers were digging into his biceps as your lips skimmed along his neck, licking at the salty sheen on his skin. He was chanting your name like a prayer as he moved with such precision, you weren't sure you'd ever be able to orgasm without him again.

Bradley was loving your body with his. He chased your lips for more kisses every time you needed to take a breath. His rough hands were so sure of what you needed as he touched you seemingly everywhere. And interspersed among the sweet sound of your name, he told you he loved you. He used his voice like a tool in tandem with his perfect body until you were squeezing his cock tight.

You felt wrung out and exhausted, barely able to control yourself as your fingers went loose on his arms. You sunk back in the bed, keening for him as your orgasm washed over and through you. And then you watched him, neck straining as his strokes grew shorter and more irregular. You pulled his mouth to yours as he came for you. He tasted so good as he let his hand gently grip the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw. 

"I love you," he breathed against your lips. His voice sounded as broken as you felt as he collapsed mostly on top of you. You held him close with your hands in his hair, and his cock still buried inside you.

"I love you, Daddy."

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Bradley smiled the whole time you and he argued about doing laundry. You were adamant that he wash your underwear along with the bedding, but he kept telling you he liked the way they looked on his bedroom floor too much to do that. 

Finally you scooped them up and said, "I'm sure if you really want to, we can soak them again," and then took them and his bedding into your arms. "It's not like you don't know how to make me squirt."

Then he watched you parade out of his room, your naked backside swaying beautifully as you went. He just stood there and exhaled as he ran his hands through his hair. He was certain he had the dumbest look on his face. 

You loved him.

"Good thing I like cold French toast," you said with a laugh as he sat down completely naked on one of the kitchen chairs. You were also naked, plating some breakfast which was definitely becoming lunch. 

"I like anything you cook," he mumbled, eyes glued to every inch of your body as you turned and set down a plate in front of him along with maple syrup and two glasses of orange juice. "Mind grabbing my phone?" he asked, watching as you picked it up from where he discarded it earlier. 

"Here you go, old man," you said quite loudly. "Can you hear me? Do you remember your pass codes? Or do you need a refresher?"

"You know, I have a bag of Skittles for you, but I think I'll just eat all of them," he said, pulling you down onto his lap and opening up a playlist on his phone. 

"You would never," you gasped. Bradley was laughing, but you actually seemed scandalized.

"No, I wouldn't," he promised, kissing your shoulder as you settled back against him. He played his favorite song, the one that reminded him of you while you cut up the French toast and drenched it in syrup. 

Bradley watched you lick some syrup from your fingertip as you said, "I made a playlist for Noah. A bunch of kid friendly songs. He loved it." You took a bite of food and turned to smile at him while you chewed. 

"That was sweet of you," he rasped as you fed him a bite. "He's crazy about you." Bradley thought back to Noah crying and saying he wanted you to be his mommy. 

"I love him," you said simply, taking another bite of French toast while Bradley wrapped his hands around your waist and caressed your soft skin. 

And it didn't take long until the food was eaten and you were straddling his lap on the chair. You were cradling his hard cock against your pussy while you kissed his neck and dragged your purple fingernails down his chest and along his abs.

"Feels good," he groaned, trying to sit still and enjoy everything you were doing to him. You looked gorgeous everywhere. Every tilt of your head and brush of your lips against his skin had all of his senses screaming for more. When you finally lifted your hips up and let him slip inside you, he was so far gone. You rode him so well with your arms around his neck and your fingers trailing through his hair.

"Oh," you gasped, eyes fluttering closed as you rubbed your clit against his abs. 

"You're so good, Baby," he promised, one hand guiding your hip and the other tracing your nipples. You were a dream. Everything he wanted. Perfect for him. Perfect for Noah. 

You leaned closer and kissed his lips, getting louder with each stroke of your clit against him. And soon you were whining his name and pulling his hair. He filled you with his cum that dripped all over the chair and coated your thighs when you stood. 

He just looked at you there, standing between his splayed thighs with your hands on his shoulders. "I never want to stop being with you," he mumbled, and you leaned down to kiss him.

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You were a little embarrassed to admit to Bradley that when you got out of the shower, you wanted to take an afternoon nap. After you spent a few minutes picking on him for being old and drinking fiber in his tea with lunch, you yawned so long and loud that he led you to the living room. You were in his soft UVA sweatshirt again, and you stretched out on the couch with your head on his lap. 

The last few days had been wild. You vowed that you were never going to speak to Greyson or his friends again. No more college boys in any way, shape or form. Nobody but Bradley. 

He was currently drawing tiny circles along your neck with his fingertips. You yawned again before you whispered, "You know, I probably shouldn't even be here right now."

He just hummed in response, so you asked, "Where are things at with Meredith? Still scheduled for Wednesday?"

But Bradley was silent for a moment before he said, "I don't want you to have to worry about her. I'm doing enough worrying for all three of us. But yes, Wednesday. Unless Tracy calls and tells me otherwise."

"I'm still going to worry, Daddy. But I'm also going to support you. Noah needs to be with you. He needs his dad who took care of him and loves him. He needs to stay with you."

But those little circles on your neck and his rough fingertips had you drifting off to sleep, and you sensed that was what he wanted. He seemed reluctant to let you be consumed by this. So you slept for a few hours on his warm thigh, only stirring when you really needed to go to the bathroom. He hadn't moved at all, but his hand was resting on your bare hip, and he was watching sports highlights on mute on the TV with the captions turned on.

"Baby," he murmured when you popped your head up and turned to look at him. So handsome. You climbed onto his lap and rested your head against his shoulder. He kissed your forehead and told you, "Penny's bringing Noah back in about an hour."

Your heart soared. That would give you enough time to cook something for him for dinner, and then you could play with him a bit before his bedtime. Before you had to leave. And then your heart sank, because you didn't want to go home. And you didn't want to see Penny. You were still so upset about what happened when Bradley got blindsided by Helen.

"I'll be back," you whispered, standing and heading for the bathroom. You took a few minutes to yourself. There was too much going on. And you thought that if you could sort everything out without Bradley distracting you with his hands and his lips you could make more sense of things. 

You wanted to be here when Penny dropped Noah off. You didn't want to hide what was going on. You wanted to stay and have dinner with your boys. You deserved that much. 

You wanted to help Bradley with Meredith. If there was some way you could aid in court or help him prepare, you wanted to do that. He deserved that much. And Noah deserved everything. 

You sighed and washed your hands, and when you opened the door, Bradley was standing there. "I just remade the bed, and I'd love to spend some time snuggling with you." 

You went with him and curled up against his huge body. He held you close and asked, "When is your graduation? I need to make sure Noah and I can be there."

The first thing that popped into your mind was the scary thought that maybe Bradley wouldn't be the one making plans for his son much longer, but you squashed it immediately. "I'll add it to your phone calendar since I assume you're too old to figure out how to do that," you replied, kissing the tip of his nose. 

He smirked and squeezed your butt so that you were smiling. "I appreciate that, distressingly young girlfriend."

You gasped. "Is that what I am? I thought you said no titles."

"You're my girlfriend," he said with a nod. "Just deal with it, okay? It's been only you for a while now. Your crown lives on my bedpost. I haven't had any other partners. Noah and I are in love with you. You're my girlfriend. My Princess."

You couldn't stop the smile from taking over your face. "Technically I'm Noah's Princess, too."

He sighed and studied your face. "I'm hoping you'll be more than that someday. Now let me put some real clothing on before Penny gets here." With a kiss to your cheek, Bradley grunted and climbed out of bed. You watched his body as he pulled on a US Navy tee shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants. 

"Okay, what are you doing?" you asked, crawling across the bed toward him.

He gave you a funny look. "Getting...dressed?"

"No." You pulled him closer by the drawstring on his pants. "As your girlfriend, I'm telling you that you can't wear gray sweatpants around anyone except me. Or like maybe your doctor or something. Because even with underwear, I can see the outline of your dick. It's delicious looking, but no, Daddy."

He blushed. He actually blushed. And you smirked as he yanked them back off again and tossed them at your face. "You wear them, then." You laughed as he pulled on some jeans, complaining the entire time. Then you got out of bed and stepped into his sweatpants. You were sure you looked ridiculous in his too large sweatpants and sweatshirt, but you had nothing else to wear, so you rolled the pants at the waist. 

And then the doorbell rang. And now you actually weren't sure that Bradley would want Penny to see you here. You were about to ask him if that was the case, but he took you by the hand. 

"Noah is going to be so excited that I didn't completely fuck things up with you." He pulled you down the hallway and toward the front door, and before you knew it, Noah and Penny were right in front of you. When he saw you, his face lit up, and he started trying to wiggle out of Penny's arms. 

"Princess!"

You scooped him up as Penny laughed and handed Bradley a bag. "Here's some artwork that we made today. Plus some dirty laundry. We had so much fun making macaroni art with Amelia."

She smiled at you. She didn't look surprised to see you at all as you hugged Noah and kissed his round cheek. 

"Thanks, Pen," Bradley mumbled, digging through the bag. 

"No need to thank me," she replied, wringing her hands nervously now. "I owe you an apology." She was talking to you. Your eyes went a little wide. "I didn't know the two of you were together. If I had known, I would have never tried to set Bradley up. I really shouldn't have done it anyway," she added softly. 

You turned to look up at Bradley. "You told her about us?"

"Yes," he replied, slipping his arm around your shoulders and kissing his son on the head. "Of course I did."

"I should have known, honestly," Penny said, looking at Bradley with a smile. "By the way he said he wasn't using the dating app. And how he seemed calmer. More grounded."

Your cheeks felt warm as you pressed your lips together. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" you asked. "I'm making spaghetti."

"Spaghetti!" Noah cheered, but Penny shook her head. "I need to pick Amelia up from her friend's house. But thank you." And then she was kissing Bradley's cheek and closing the door as she left.

You were alone with your boys. This was all you'd been dreaming about recently. Noah's arms were around your neck, and Bradley was guiding you toward the kitchen, and you had tears in your eyes. 

"I love you," Noah whispered, and then you started crying. 

"I love you, too, sweet Noah."

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Bradley watched you tuck Noah into bed. You looked so good in his clothing and in his house. You looked perfect when you were with his son. He needed this to be his everyday life. 

You joined him in the hallway and whispered, "I'll get an Uber to take me home if you don't mind me borrowing your clothes."

"Stay," he replied softly. "Please, stay."

You bit your lip and started to slowly shake your head. "Tomorrow is Monday. You have work. I should go to campus and start on my job applications and final few assignments."

"You can do that from here. Use my computer. Please, stay."

You hummed softly. He would be more than happy to beg you not to leave, but you took him by the hand and kissed his wrist. "Okay. I'll stay. Leave me your computer and charger."

Then you turned toward his bedroom, pulling his sweatshirt over your head as you went. "Are you coming?" you asked him over your shoulder. He could see the silhouette of your peaked nipple in the dimly lit space, and he tripped along after you. 

"I'm coming, Baby," he rasped, and your soft giggle as you climbed into his bed had him reaching for you. The room was dark, and his eyes hadn't adjusted yet, but your voice alone was making him hard.

"Come get me, Daddy."

He grunted and slipped his hand down the front of the sweatpants, and you gasped. He took his time. He made sure you were reacting just the way he wanted you to. And when he had you close, he asked, "Does anyone else make you feel as good as Daddy does?"

Your moan was so loud in the silent house that he had to cover your mouth with his. "No," you panted. "No." 

Then he flipped you over onto your knees and yanked the sweatpants down. "Good girl," he whispered, burying his face in your pussy from behind. 

"Daddy," you whined, and Bradley had to push your face down to the pillow to keep you quiet. With your ass in the air, he finished you off as you gushed a bit for him. 

"Fucking hell," he growled as he lapped at your pussy and unzipped his jeans, pulling himself free. With one clean movement, he was buried deep, bottoming out inside you. "Soaking wet." His face was tipped back, staring at the ceiling, trying to keep his composure. 

"Daddy!" you whined, bumping back against him harder, and that was it.

"Not too loud, Baby," he warned, wrapping one hand over your mouth and planting one hand on the bed. He pressed himself against your back and whispered in your ear, "You want Daddy to be sweet or rough?"

"Rough," you whimpered against his fingers before he shoved them in your mouth and slammed into you until he was seeing stars. You were a whimpering mess as Bradley filled you over and over again, and then he came so hard, he was afraid he was going to hurt you. But you seemed fine as he collapsed on top of your back. 

"You okay?" he asked, panting like he'd just run five miles. 

"Yes," you gasped softly. "So good."

"Will you let me fuck you like a sweet princess tomorrow?" 

You moaned softly. "Whenever you want."

He kissed along your neck and grunted. "Daddy needs a good night's sleep, Baby. Tomorrow."

And not ten minutes later, Bradley was sound asleep as you ran your fingers along his chest and told him you loved him. He never wanted you to leave.

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Bradley is always in a much better headspace when he's with his little family. Don't worry, Meredith is on deck! Hope you enjoy your fic, @beyondthesefourwalls And thank you @mak-32 !

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:D omg, you are going to make me addicted to apolo, the man cries out to be loved, a request for the favor of our dear apolo (in devinart there was a farm where the reader dated leo but he cheated on her with calypso, then the He realizes that he made the worst mistake of his life, seeing that because of calypso he was attracted but he loved the reader)How does Leo react when he discovers that his ex-girlfriend, whom he still loves, is now Apollo's partner(fiancee) pleeeees

i'm a loser.・゜-: ✧ :-

leo valdez x fem!reader x apollo

summary: Leo realizes that he messed it up a little... well no, he totally screwed up. And now he's going for you, he's going to tell you that he loves you, that you should be together for the rest of your lifes oooh, wait. Are you married with Apollo? THE GOD APOLLO? warnings: THIS IS SO LONG, HAHA but another one? mmm nope, i don't think so. a/n: yeaaaah, the concept you gave me is so hilarious, i love it. Leo is literally my boyfriend but making him suffer makes me laugh, it's like YES DAMN CRY FOR ME, but whatever. i was even inspired by that song by my beloved Beatles. i hope you like it.

w/c: 2.617 (the longest I've done so far, followed by "lovelorn")

Apollo wanted to laugh, he really wanted to, but he had learned not to make fun of other people's shit, but damn, could you blame him? He definitely never thought that Leo Valdez was an opponent for him, don't get him wrong, he was saying it because he likes him. (really) and helped him during his mission, but there, standing from his palace on Olympus, he could see everything, including if someone was threatening against you, his wife.

Flames rose as Leo threw the map into the air in fury, totally frustrated in Festus. He couldn't find you, in fact, Apollo kept wondering how he was tracking you, but he didn't seem to want to answer that question. No, or he would end his patience, yes, he had appreciation for the Son of Hephaestus, but when they messed with you, he would lose his mind immediately, or worse, try to get into their relationship? He would be in charge of throwing Leo from the Mount Olympus.

Of course, he wasn't afraid, much less jealous, but he knew what the relationship with Leo had meant to you. You were totally in love, even Apollo knows that you would have married him if only Leo hadn't screwed things up, and boy did he do it big.

He mean, cheating on you with the now ex-sorceress Calypso? Oh, man. Who the fuck would cheat on you? Hmm, yes, Leo Valdez.

The main doors of the palace opened and Apollo dissolved the image. Some murmurs were heard, followed by footsteps heading towards the main throne room, it was definitely you.

— Apollo?—  He heard the doors opening, and he stood in front of the fire, he didn't want to lie to you, but he couldn't interfere either, he knew that would make you upset. The footsteps approached and he felt you take his arm. — Apollo!— 

He looked at you and feigned surprise. He raised both hands in welcome and cradled your face with them before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. — My beautiful wife.

You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours, and you smiled tenderly.

— Dear husband — You said in a soft mocking tone. You used to do it when Apollo couldn't help but sound so… posh. But to tell the truth, he filled you with joy.

He ran his fingers over your forehead, removing some baby hairs, and made a golden wreath of laurels appear on the crown of your head. He always spent his time adorning you and making you feel loved, you loved him.

Then, Apollo forced himself to blow out the bubble.

— Do you want something, dear?

— I know we're on… — your cheeks turned pink — the honeymoon, but I need to go to Camp Jupiter.

Your pleading eyes, damn, not even Zeus would dare say no to you. Then, he realized what was happening. Apollo tried to hide the realization from himself, but that name began to swirl in his mind; The Fates. Those antiques would hear about him.

—The honeymoon is an old concept, with traditions that we really don't take so… literally anymore —Apollo said as he gently ran his fingers over your blushing cheeks. —So, you know you can come and go whenever you want. I'm not like my uncle Hades.

The blonde giggled, and you poked his arm, making him jump.

— Apollo!

— My love!

You looked at him with a frown, and he smiled even more, trying to push aside all those thoughts where you could get hurt.

It was a fact, you were going to meet Leo at Camp Jupiter, and he wouldn't be able to do anything.

He caressed your face once more and turned, walking to the large window of the great room.

You felt bad leaving him alone, you didn't want to leave him like that, but you were in the last semesters of your degree. Yes, you were on vacation, but you had to leave some paperwork behind.

— I won't take a second.

Apollo let out a short laugh, full of knowledge. He knew it would take you at least a day and a half to get back to him. He turned to you and walked slowly.

—Just come back to me, dear.

Your eyes shone, and you walked the distance he needed to close the distance between you. You took his hands and kissed his knuckles.

— Always.

He turned his hands so that he was the one holding yours now and made a wedding ring appear on your ring finger. When you looked at the diamond, you raised your eyebrow and your look became amused.

—Do you mark your territory?

Apollo smiled and kissed your forehead.

— In case some fool hasn't heard the great news that I am your husband.

The fool was Leo, yes. Apollo said it for him, if not, for who else?

Your husband had done you a favor and made you appear right at the entrance to Camp Jupiter, advantages of a god making you his wife. When the campers guarding the doors saw you, they immediately opened it for you.

You excused yourself and made your way towards New Rome, in fact, you hesitated whether to go there first or go say hello or… If you would meet them anyway near the university.

You walked to the limit.

You loved New Rome, it was definitely home to you, at least when you had to stay on campus during the semester. But to live the rest of your life there would also have been pleasant, although Mount Olympus wasn't bad.

You made your way and some looked at you. So, you quickened your pace, you didn't like to attract a lot of attention like that.

You moved quickly towards the university and found the campus. Blessed be the gods.

You clutched the papers to your chest and walked.

— HEY!

You turned around slowly, not really wanting any questions. But you turned completely around when you saw Frank holding hands with Hazel, trying to reach you.

— GUYS!

They both caught up to you and smiled hungrily. They wanted to hug you, but they backed out at the last moment, which made you frown.

— What was that?

Frank started babbling and Hazel laughed nervously.

—Can we hug you?

You laughed and threw yourself at both of them, so you hugged at the same time. — You fools, I'm the same as always. Just how married and that's it.

Frank denied. — WITH APOLLO

Hazel punched him in the belly, making him double over. The three of you laughed, and then she looked at you nervously.

—Have you seen anyone else? —She asked. You denied.

— I figured Percy and Annabeth would be in New York for the holidays. Nico and Will, Camp Half-Blood, Jason finishing his accounting for the new altars. Piper, in Oklahoma… — You made loops with your hand and thought if you had forgotten someone.

Hazel looked at Frank, and he encouraged her to say whatever had them both acting that way.

Hazel sighed.

—Leo arrived in the morning.

Your expression did not change at all, a reaction that your friends had not expected.

— AND?

Frank scratched the back of his neck nervously. — He is actually searching for you.

Then your eyebrows raised, showing your confusion.

— what? — You snorted. You looked for any sign that it was a joke, but there was none. — So? Do I owe him money?

Hazel laughed nervously and shook her head.

— I think he's looking for you because he wants to fix things with you.

— He's desperate —  Frank agreed.

You laughed sarcastically.

—But he knows that I'm already married, right?

— Apparently… no one told him.

— What? — You asked again, raising your voice a little more. Both exchanged nervous glances. You mean, how far is Indianapolis? — Wait, he was with Calypso, he literally cheated on me with her because he said she was the love of his life.

The two of them raised their shoulders and you scoffed.

—Anyway, I'll leave these documents and go off to enjoy what's left of the vacation. Apollo waits for me. Will you accompany me?

Damn, the three of you were about to enter when you heard someone call your name, then Hazel's and finally Frank's, he was definitely the one who turned around, consequently forcing you and Hazel to do the same.

What your eyes saw were priceless. It was Leo running across campus with half his shirt burned and a desperate expression. Your heart raced, and your feet wanted to run away, instead, you stayed still and speechless.

—You are seeing the same thing, right?

Your friends nodded.

—He wasn't like this when we last saw him— Hazel said, forcing a smile and shaking her hand at Leo.

Leo had stopped at Camp Jupiter for supplies, also to check that you weren't there, and you definitely weren't there when he arrived, but rumors spread fast. You wondered if your ex-boyfriend had heard about why everyone was whispering about your arrival, but it seemed like not, or at least he seemed to ignore it.

And so it was.

Fate, the planets, and the stars aligned to ensure that Leo was ignorant about it, so that you would be the one to deal the final blow.

Things with Calypso didn't work out, why? Leo couldn't get you off his mind. Oh, what had he done? He literally cried like a baby when he realized he still loved you. He loved you, you loved him, so as always, he had to screw up.

Leo ran harder; He was taller, a little stockier, and his curls were fluffier than ever. Everything you used to worship was probably just a shadow of its former self. You weren't saying that he was bad, but you definitely no longer felt anything for him, although you couldn't help but feel a tug in your tummy full of melancholy, pain, and anger.

You had already forgiven him, but his recklessness made you want to kill him.

With little breath, Leo crouched down in front of you, grabbing his knees and looking for air.

You took a step back, your face dripping with confusion.

Hazel and Frank looked at him disapprovingly.

—I've been looking for you—he finally said.

— That's what I heard.

Leo stood up and wanted to hug you. To your surprise, you didn't stop him. You missed your friend Leo Valdez. Not your cheating ex-boyfriend, Leo Valdez.

Frank and Hazel screamed and became nervous.

—I've missed you.— He said, breathing softly, taking in pinches of your scent.

Your heart clenched and you forced yourself to smile.

—Me too, Leo.

That gave him courage. He broke the hug and gently took you by the arms.

— I was wrong… — His brown eyes projected remorse and sorrow. — I was seriously wrong, I shouldn't have…

The son of Hephaestus took a deep breath.

— I betrayed your trust. I put your love aside to think that my place was with someone else, but what a jerk… My place has always been with you. You are the one I love the most. Please forgive me …

Those words, as you would have liked to hear them so long ago, but now they were slipping over you, completely meaningless.

—Leo…

— Please! Give me another chance.

His plea resonated, drawing the attention of some residents. They took it as just a student love situation until they saw you. Oh shit, weren't you the wife of the great Apollo?

— Leo, you see… No. We can't have another chance.

Leo's heart beat so fast that he felt like it would jump out of his heart. He held you a little tighter and leaned down.

He was going to kiss you.

— No! — Hazel gasped and Frank hid behind her.

People around the campus seemed on the edge of their seats, they even plead the gods for Apollo didn't appear out of nowhere and incinerate them all. The god was definitely struggling to control his breathing from the palace. Where did his Yoga classes go? Someone meditate with him, please! He wanted to hang Leo.

You put a hand on Leo's lips, and he felt something cold. You slowly pushed him away with a frown on your face.

— I said no.

You turned your hand and revealed the glow of the diamond to his view. The Sun made it look ethereal because, well, it was.

Leo's soul fell at his feet, and he shook his head in confusion.

—I don't… I don't understand.

— I'm married, Leo. I married someone. Did you think I would be heartbroken since you 

cheated on me with Calypso? That I will wait for you? — You snorted and pushed him gently.

— But with who?! Who the fuck-

You put your hand over his mouth again and shook your head.

—Don't do that.— You sighed brokenly and tried to do it delicately. If you named Apollo, everything could go to Tartarus. —He considers you for helping him during his mission as a mortal.

The gossipers laughed, some adults denied indignantly, and their friends, shit, Frank was almost having a heart attack fearing that Apollo would burn Leo to ashes.

—Apollo? —He said, with even greater confusion.

The god was still clinging to the edge of his throne, expectant.

You looked above and came to the conclusion that he was giving your ex-boyfriend a break. That action fell like a bucket of cold water on the son of Hephaestus.

He walked away from you.

— what?

You turned your gaze and caressed his cheek kindly. — I don't hold a grudge against you, Leo. I loved you so much. But I found someone who did not doubt his love for me and without thinking wanted to grow with me.

The boy shook his head and stumbled as he relented, leaving your hands suspended in the air. A gust of sweet air embraced them in that silent moment.

He let you go and thought he might have you back.

You were his friend, his confidant, and the love of his life, yet he let you go.

He disguised his doubts with bad jokes, dishonest touches, and lies.

How could he have been so stupid?

Haha, there goes the idiot that lost the love of his life to a god.

How could a love like the one you used to possess lose?

Look at me, then, Leo said to himself.

You returned with Apollo and your nerves were overwhelming you. This time you felt so distant to the palace, as if you were not worthy to enter. Still, they received you and welcomed you.

— is in his room.

You thanked and headed to the bedroom. Taking care not to be noisy and watch your steps. 

Being at the foot of the entrance, the door opened and revealed your husband. Smiling?

Apollo opened the door and pulled you into the room. You couldn't help but laugh.

Your clothing magically changed upon entering, your modern clothes replaced by a white robe edged with gold. Your hair now adorned with laurels and golden jewels.

The jingle of jewelry amidst your loved one's laughter seemed like the most exquisite sound to you. He held you in his arms and hid her face in the crook of your neck. 

You stroked his fluffy blonde curls.

— Welcome.

He said, bumping his forehead against yours.

—  Did you miss me?—  You said with humor. Apollo kissed your lips, instantly making you feel disoriented. He traced your cheek, your chin, and your neck. Kissed you behind your ear and hummed.

— I know I told you it would be fine if you went, but gods, how I missed you. Don't leave me the rest of your holidays.

You nodded.

That was your home.

[vivwritesfics]

Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Eight

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

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Everything had changed now, hadn't it? She'd kissed Charles and now everything was wrong. Or was it right?

Ber emotions had never been this mixed up before, she hated it. Part of her didn't want to go back into work, could face him. Or Arthur, for that matter. But Arthur hadn't done anything wrong and she couldn't let him down like that.

As she got ready to head out to the club, there was a knock at her door. She pulled it open quickly, her clothes for tonight's performance half shoved into her bag. "Can I help you?" She asked quickly.

But then she saw who was standing at her door. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Charles," she said, voice thick. "What're you doing here?"

He held up a plastic bag. "I brought you dinner," he said.

"Oh." She let out a breath. "Well, I don't have time for dinner, sorry. I've got to perform tonight."

He nodded and stood to the side as she walked out of the apartment and pulled the door shut behind her. "Of course you do," she said. "I'll go with you."

She couldn't exactly refuse him, could see? Not that she wanted to. Or did she? Ugh, everything was so confusing! And nothing sucks more than not knowing what you want.

She didn't say much as she walked down to the lounge, Charles following behind. She held the door open for him and followed him in, around the tables and towards the back room. "Do you have time to eat before you go on stage?" He asked as he laid the containers of food out on the table.

It was far too much for two people. Bottom lip pulled between her teeth she looked at the clock behind him. "I've got five minutes. Can we eat after my performance?"

She'd never seen Charles Leclerc, the Charles Leclerc, look so dejected before. Part of her seriously thought he was going to pull out his gun and aim it straight for her chest. But he just nodded his head. "No, yeah, of course," he said as he shoved the containers back into the bag.

This wasn't Charles Leclerc, not the Charles that had come to her for piano lessons. This was a shell of the man she had found herself both scared of and attracted to. Had she done this? Was it her kiss that had turned him into this... husk of himself?

She sucked in a breath as she turned to walk away. But there was that voice in the back of her head, telling her to turn around and do something. So what if she was a little bit late for her set? What would Arthur do, kill her? Not if she didn't put on her heels and ran like hell.

She let out a huff, one that had Charles looking up (one that he certainly wasn't supposed to hear), as she dropped her bag. She pushed the door shut and turned to face him, her hands on her hips. "I want you to kiss me."

Charles looked at her, his expression entirely confused. "Huh?"

What the hell wasn't he getting about this? "Charles Leclerc." This was taking all of her bravery. "I want you to kiss me. Like, grab my face, stick your tongue down my throat and all of that."

That was all it took for Charles to stride across the room. His touch was gentle as he moved her back against the door. His hands cupped her face as he leaned it.

He pressed his lips to her own. His tongue didn't immediately invade her mouth like she had said. No, he was gentle as he moved his lips against her own, as he parted her lips and licked inside of her mouth. It was so fucking sweet, but it was set by Charles. He stole the breath from her lungs as he kept her pressed against the door.

Charles pulled away, but he kept his forehead against her own, breathing heavy as his thumb moved over her cheek. "Don't you have a performance to get to?" He said and pulled away.

His cheeks were flushed as he pulled her away from the door and left the room. She couldn't help but smile as she checked the clock and quickly got changed into her dress.

As she ran towards the stage (still in her trainers), she caught Arthurs glare. But she could do little more than grin as she paused at the edge of the stage, straightened herself up and walked over to the piano. Her shoes were too quiet on the floor as she walked.

Charles was in the first row, watching as she sat down. He grinned when he saw the look on her face, her smile that could only be described as dopey. Her fingers hit the notes as she began a song. But, within a few notes, she was messing up, apologising to the crowd and starting again.

This was the affect Charles had on her. He watched almost her entire performance, only getting up at the end. But he got up to walk into the back room, to wait for her.

At the end of her performance, Charles heard the claps from the crowd. He could picture it now, as she stood up, bowed and rushed off the stage.

Heading back to him.

She rushed into the back room and shut the door behind her. "So, what were those dinner plans?" She asked as she picked up her bag and began pulling out a sweatshirt.

When she had her clothes out of the bag, she looked at Charles. Asking him to turn around, it was embarrassing, but she deserved this little bit of privacy. Gone was that confidence when she'd asked him to kiss her, her performance had taken it out of her.

When she made the request, Charles turned to face the wall. She attempted to be hasty as she pulled down the zipper of her dress and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She quickly stepped out of the dress and pulled the sweats over her legs.

"You can look now," she said, shoving everything into her bag.

Charles pulled out the seat beside his own. She left her bag by the door and sat beside him, immediately reaching for the food. "Fuck," she said around a mouthful, completely forgetting her manners. "I was so damn hungry."

A laugh, a genuine, bubbly laugh left Charles's lips. "I can see," he muttered. But then there was a gentle touch to her cheek as he brushed her hair back.

She released a breath, head falling forward. "Charles," she said and he pulled away. The way she turned towards him, the way she looked into his eye, his every nerve was on fire, and he was terrified. (A man that didn't get terrified. This was the power she had over him. That, more than anything, was scaring him). "What are we doing?"

"Having dinner," he answered quickly.

He had hoped for a laugh of some sort, for her to see the humour in his answer. But she just shook her head. "You know that's not what I mean." She put her food down and wiped her sweaty palms on her sweater. "I can't sit here and pretend I haven't heard the stories about you. How goddamn terrifying you are. I can't pretend I didn't have to listen to Arthur complain about how loud you are with a different girl almost every night." She didn't miss the way his face dropped. "What am I to you? Am I challenge, because of how resistant I was?"

"No! God, no," he answered quickly. He pushed his hair back, away from his eyes. "Look, don't ask me to explain it, because I can't. But, for the first time in my life I don't want to fuck you and get the hell out of there as quickly as I can. For the first time in my life I want to kiss you. And kiss you again. And again. And maybe forever."

It wasn't an answer, not really. Charles knew it wasn't what she was looking for, but he couldn't offer her anything else in that moment. The way she released a breath, he didn't know if it should have scared him or filled him with elation.

But then she looked at him, looked right into his eyes. "Good," she said, smile crossing her face. "Because I want to kiss you too." She leaned in close, until she was almost touching his lips. That small bit of distance between them, it was agony. But she didn't push forward, and it had Charles on the edge of his seat, filled with curiosity.

Her hands were in his hair, scratching at his scalp in a way that almost had him moaning into her mouth. But then she spoke. "No more of this moping around because I kissed you first, okay?"

Charles rolled his eyes. "That's not what happened." He'd practically pulled her into his lap, his grip on her hips tight. When she tugged on his hair, it really did dislodge a moan from his lips. "Okay, fine." He leaned forward, finally closing that gap between them.

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[klausysworld]

Can we please get more little Klaus with his mommy being clingy?

Little Behaviour

My fingers ran through Klaus’s curls as he slept with his head on my chest, face basically between my boobs as he breathed slowly. He nuzzled closer and mumbled in his sleep making me smile and kiss the top of his head. I glanced toward the closed curtains, a small gap allowing a steam of light into the room and over his body. His hair appeared more golden in the sunrise and I wished he would open his eyes so I could see the way the blue would shine against the light.

I shifted his face to the side, the sunlight making his plump lips appear redder and the little freckles that dusted the tops of his cheeks and nose were more visible. His lashes looked much longer and darker against his pale cheeks and my fingertip gently followed the slope of his nose and the little curve on the end making his face scrunch up and his face to hide back in-between my breasts.

I brought both hands to the back of his head, working my fingers against his scalp tenderly, moving them forward towards his hairline and around the crown of his head before being gentler around his temples. I moved them down to his ears and caressed them lightly before moving back round to the nape of his neck and repeating my actions. By the start of the third time round he was breathing much heavier against my chest, throaty moans leaving his parted lips when I rubbed certain spots.

I felt his lashes flutter against my skin as he pressed his open mouth to the valley of my breasts in a small kiss. This time when my hands went through his hair he was much more responsive and once I had finished he raised his head so his chin rest on my chest to look up at me. His lips pulled into a lazy smile and I beamed back at him.

“Good morning” he mumbled, a gruff edge to his voice.

“Did you sleep good Bunny?” I asked with a hum as I pushed his curls back, exposing his forehead and making him frown and push it back down as he nodded.

“Mmhm, did you?” He replied with a yawn and I nodded back at him. His eyes closed with eat time my hand brushed his hair back and another stretched out yawn left him. I twirled a lock of his hair, pulling it down by his eye and watching it spring back up.

“You’re so pretty” I whispered and his cheeks pinkened. He lowered his head back down to my chest making me chuckle “so adorable…like a little baby bunny” I whispered teasingly and he groaned

“Stopp” he whined, trying to his embarrassed blush against my chest so I moved against the mattress so my boobs would bounce against his face making him moan softly and muzzle between them. I laughed as his head shook side to side and he moved down lower. We both just slept naked usually, it was never worth putting the clothes on and he needed the skin on skin to calm him down.

I pulled the duvet back to watch his face pressed to them as his hands came up to grab each tit and squish himself between them. “Having fun Bun?” I hummed as his eyes looked up to mine. He growled softly making me raise a brow and get a hold of his chin, lifting his face and pushing myself up into a sitting position with him between my legs.

He kept staring at my breasts even once his head was level with mine and I chuckled again. He glanced to my eyes, his round and needy as he leaned closer, “please?” he whispered with a persuasive smile.

“You have ten minutes, then I have to go okay? I have work today and I won’t be home till later, but back for dinner, I promise.” I told him and he immediately drowned

“No” he stated stubbornly “no work, quit, stay home with me please” he nodded and wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Niklaus-“

“Bunny” he whined and I smiled

“I thought you didn’t like when I called you Bunny?” I questioned with a taunting tone and his lips pouted

“I got…accustomed to it” he flashed a grin. “Now…about this job…”

“I like my job, I have to go” I murmured and kissed his nose hoping it would be enough but his eyes only got glossier

“Please don’t leave” he whispered and I sighed softly

“Bunny…”

“I’ll do anything” he promised “I’ll leave your boobies alone” he smiled cheekily and I laughed

“Oh my boobies?” I teased and he nodded with a growing grin, his bright teeth on display.

“I’ll be good” he nods and I hum

“Perhaps I can have one sick day, just one!”

“Yes!” He whisper yelled and then frowned and glanced to my breasts “but…I don’t wanna leave them alone” he pouted and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“Go on then, but you have to behave the rest of the day”

“I will, promise.” He quickly agreed before his lips were latched onto a nipple and sucking greedily making me hiss

“Nik, gently. It’s morning remember” I murmured and he slowed down, usually by the evening they were erect and ready for his desperate mouth, unless he had on in his mouth in the night then they weren’t ready for him when I first woke. The majority of our days together consisted of me trying to do everyday tasks and him seeing what positions he could get into to ensure my tit remained within his tongues reach.

His eyes locked in mine as he suckled away eagerly and his hands kneaded at my chest like a kitten would a blanket. My hand went back to the top of his head, my nails gently scratching at his scalp making his eyes roll back and close and his teeth nipped and pulled at me.

“So needy and you just woke up” I murmured and he whined.

He was always so soft in the mornings, before anything or one had ruined his mood and wound him up. It was his most submissive state unless I had managed to keep him calm later on and of course once the clothes were off and we were between the sheets he was ready to do just about anything I said. Not that I stopped him from being dominant, he had his turns but he always ended up wanting to be looked after the next time anyways, it just worked best for us and made him feel more loved. I just hoped that today he would stay relaxed and little throughout the rest of the day.

That was another thing about him. He had taken to being little. It was a recent development, despite our relationship having lasted a few years now. It began small, him accidentally calling me Mommy and me doing slightly unnecessary things for him, like helping him dress and cutting his food. Then it got more serious and he got more emotional, then the embarrassment would kick in so we did a ton of research so he knew that what he was feeling wasn’t a bad thing and that other people had our relationship dynamic too. It shocked him but comforted him at the same time, he was glad to see the world evolving.

But he was very self conscious of his little behaviour. The high display of emotions and the lack of control he seemed to have when he slipped. So he tried his best to avoid it but he also knows that I love when he’s so dependent and baby so he lets go if he can.

He seemed to know that now was a good time as he switched boobs and squeezed the other. His obsession with my breasts ran deep, his eyes were always drawn there with or without his consent. Head liked to rest on them and hands seemed to cup them whenever he could. And when he was particularly subby and small, he loved to have them in his mouth like a baby.

And I never complained, well not unless we were out in public and he was sat there squeezing one and I had to remind him of the eyes around us.

But times like this especially, I didn’t have any desire to stop him. I encouraged him with soft words of encouragement making him moan a quiet “Mommy” as he nuzzled closer.

Once he was finished and had sunk his fangs into each breast before cleaning them up and healing me, we went downstairs for brunch. I poured him his milk and cooked him his bacon and pancakes. His eyes on my tits as he tipped the milk into his mouth making me raise my brows at him but his attention wasn’t exactly on my face to acknowledge my expression. A few times now he had begged me to have squirty cream on my boobs for him to lick up during our time together.

He wasn’t very good at hiding his desires and it was easy to lure it out of him if he did try to hide them. It’s how the whole breast obsession came to terms, I had to entice him more and more until he snapped and couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his lips around one.

One small issue was now it was hard to get him off, ever. For instance, the second he finished his food, he was tugging me to the couch so he could shove his face between my boobs and moan like the needy animal he was.

My Bunny, I called him. Originally because I knew it would piss him off, being compared to something so sweet, fluffy and innocent. Then because he liked to fuck a lot, breed like bunnies, and then because it just stuck. He was my breedable, sweet little bunny. And I knew he loved it, whether he would admit to it or not. He wanted to be my baby bunny.

I smiled at the thought and messed with his curls to fluff it out. “You aren’t even watching the film” I murmured with a smile as I watched his eyes rise to mine with a mischievous glint before blunt teeth were tugging at the skin of my breast making me grunt. “Nik” I groaned and he smirked up at me. “You said you’d be good” I mumbled

“I’m needy, mommy” he whimpered

“You’re clingy” I corrected and he grinned

“Only for you”

[getinthecar-elizabeth]

Title: Mi campeón

Pairing: Kylian x reader

Summary: watching and celebrating Kylian's first match as a Madrista

Warnings: suggestive content 😏

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I sat amongst the crowd. My leg bumped up and down in anticipation. The cheers and chants filled the air with a vibrant energy. The first half did not go so well. Both teams were on 0 at the beginning of the second half.

Deafening cheers filled the stadium as Valverde scored the first goal for Real Madrid. The atmosphere changed as the Real Madrid fans became more optimistic.

My eyes hardly left him. My heart skipped a beat every time his foot made contact with the ball. I was anxious. My hands covered my mouth as I muttered under my breath, "Come on, come on..." This was his first game and it was a big game, but Kylian was in his natural habitat on the pitch.

My breath stopped when Jude kicked the ball and it made contact with Kylian's foot...he took a shot.

I stood up screaming when the ball hit the back of the net. It was like an out-of-body experience. My body acted on its own, my hands shooting into the air as the crowd went berserk. It was unbelievable. His first game and his first goal. Unintentional tears filled my eyes, and my heart swelled as he celebrated with his teammates. Even after the adrenaline wore off, the tears just kept falling as the past few days replayed in the back of my mind. How happy he was about the training and how anxious he was about the game. I recalled the look on his face when he told me he was starting. He was like a child at a toy store on Christmas.

After the final whistle, Real Madrid were officially crowned the champions of Europe for the sixth time. I watched from a distance as he celebrated with his teammates and did a couple of interviews. His eyes kept on looking around and I knew he was searching for me.

When he walked away from another player's hug, I stepped out from behind the bodies that hid me from his view. A smile of relief appeared on his face when his eyes landed on me. He spread his arms and I ran to him. I jumped into his arms and he caught me. I giggled as he spun around.

He put me down and I smiled up at him. "Congratulations," I said.

"Merci," he replied with a smile. He pulled me by my waist and kissed me. My hands held onto his biceps as our lips moved together. The world around us lay forgotten for a second.

He pulled back when he tasted salt. He looked at me in concern when he realized I was crying. "What's wrong?" He wiped my tears with his thumbs.

I shook my head. "Nothing. I'm just so happy for you, and proud." I smiled at him.

He sighed in relief and laughed. "Me too."

"Kylian!" Someone called him. He looked back and they were gesturing to the cup. He turned to look back at me.

"Go. I'll be right here," I said.

He kissed me one more time and then ran over to his teammates.

After the celebrations, pictures, interviews and press conferences I went back to my hotel room. About an hour later I heard a knock and went to open the door. Kylian stood on the other side. He was dressed in sweatpants, a T-shirt and a zip-up hoodie. He smiled as his eyes scanned me from head to toe. I was dressed in short tights and his Real Madrid Jersey.

"Hi," my voice pulled his attention from my legs to my eyes.

"Bonsoir, mon amour," he said.

I opened the door wider and let him in. I shut the door and turned around only to be pushed back into it as Kylian's hands rubbed up and down my sides.

"Tu es si sexy dans mon maillot," (you look so sexy in my Jersey) his voice was suddenly low, turning my insides into melted butter.

I smiled as our foreheads joined together. I cupped his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. Kylian squeezed my thighs as he trailed kisses to my collarbone.

"You seemed pretty excited after you scored," I referred to the bulge in his pants earlier on. "Want to show me what that was all about?"

Kylian removed his mouth from my neck and looked into my eyes with a smirk. "Avec plaisir," (with pleasure), he said.

He tapped my thigh once and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. I could feel his excitement already. He carried me to the bed and softly lay me down. He kicked off his shoes and climbed on top of me. His hand snuck inside my Jersey and grabbed my boob as our lips met once more in a heated dance of passion.

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Kylian rolled off me and lay next to me. My legs shook as we stared at the ceiling, our bodies covered in a sheen layer of sweat. After we caught our breaths, I turned to Kylian and said, "Well, that's one way to celebrate."

He looked at me and chuckled. He grabbed my thigh and kissed my forehead.

"Je t'aime," he said.

"Je t'aime," I responded.

Kylian grabbed my neck and kissed me. I felt something hard poke at my thigh. I separated my lips from his and looked down. He was hard, again. I looked into his eyes, and he had a look of desire mixed with mischief.

"Hm-hm," I shook my head. I tried to get out of the bed but he grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back.

"Kylian," I yelped and he chuckled. He climbed on top of me again and kissed me. He used his knee to spread my legs and position himself at my entrance. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his hardness intrude on my walls once more.

It was going to be a long night.

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hi can u do where tent comes home only to see his lover crying and he feels absolutely guilty even though he doesn’t know what happened

comfort — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

🍓hana’s notes: aw this is so 🥹🥹🥹 so sorry it has taken me this long my love!!! everyone needs comfort once in a while. i love yall <3 proud of u forever mwah

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Your eyes were stinging, your breaths coming in shorts pants, and you could feel your hand becoming more numb.

There was no specific reason to why you’re crying— not really. But it just had been one of those days where it overwhelmed you like never before.

Your dropped your whole coffee order the second you tried to take a sip, your boss nagging in your ear about your performance and kept comparing you to other employees, you tried picking up your fallen pencil box which ended up with all your stationary on the floor, and the worse bit— your sweater got caught up on the door handle when you came home.

It was not a smooth day and the pressure just got to you.

You tried to keep the tears at bay but the more you did, the more your sobs were begging to be let out.

“Baby?”

The sobs alerted Trent the moment he step foot in the bedroom. His heart dropping when he say you curled up on the floor, knees to your chest with your head down.

He rushed to your side, soft hands stroking affectionately at your hair, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” his voice heavy with worry, “Did somethin’ happen? Do I need to hit someone?”

That made a laugh bubble up escape you as you shook your head, “No. Nothin’ happened. Just had a bad day.” you let out a deep breath, leaning to Trent’s touch.

He always makes you calmer, his presence is enough to slow down your heart rate.

A guilty feeling wrapped itself around Trent’s heart. He’s not very good at handling emotions so he’s a little clueless, mouth closing and opening to find the right words. But at least he knows you.

“‘m sorry baby.” he crooned, pressing light kisses at the crown of your head. “Uh— did you eat yet? Wanna go somewhere?” hands moving to the sides of your face, his doe eyes filled with worry as it stared into your tear stricken ones.

You softly shook your head, “No. Just—“

“What about ice cream?”

That made your ears perk up, “Ice cream?” Trent softly giggled when he saw how your puffy eyes lit up, you’re so adorable he might just bite your cheeks. “Yeah? Want me to get it for you?”

Sniffling, you shyly answered, “Yes, please.”

“Okay, baby.” he chuckled, kissing your forehead, your tear stained cheeks and lastly your lips. “Be right back.” a sly wink was delivered to you as he stood up.

His jokes sometimes makes you want to jump off a cliff, “Ugh, you’re so lame!”

“Love you!”

[bbangsuns]

light a flame | l.k

requested by anon: hiii can i please request leon kennedy smut where he has a breeding kink..!!!? :3333

pairing: ID! Leon x fem!reader

word count: 0.6k

warnings: NSFW, MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT, breeding kink, unprotected sex, no use of y/n, overstimulation, p in v sex, not beta read, a little fluff at the end if you squint

author's note: this is going to be more of a blurb/drabble type post, but i may expand on it in the future if people like this! also please send me more requests, the list of fandoms and characters i write for can be found HERE. also i couldn't think of a title so i went with a song name.

a/n pt. 2: it was 2am when i started writing this and i was high as shit and wishing ID! leon was between my legs so yeah! i also didn't feel like going back to fix anything or expanding too much so if it's bad...mind your business!

tears streamed down your face as Leon snapped his hips against yours relentlessly, your cries falling on seemingly deaf ears. he simply grunted in response before slowing his pace down slightly, allowing you to breathe, albeit shakily.

"come on sweetheart, you can give me one more can't you?" he cooed, his hand coming up to gently caress your cheek.

you whined in response and shook your head, a few more tears rolling down your cheeks, which he gingerly wiped away.

"i can't leon, 's too much." you told him, your voice hoarse from how loud you'd been all night. your body was trembling as leon had already coaxed 3 orgasms from you and your hole was dripping with Leon's cum from where he came in you twice already.

he chuckled at your response before shaking his head, his thumb rubbing your puffy bottom lip.

"come on, pretty girl i know you can do it. just one more, i promise." he encouraged and his hand slowly trailed down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles against the swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves, making you whine and buck your hips against his hand.

your reaction made him smirk and his thrusts picked up their pace once more, and with the added stimulation of his fingers circling your clit, you felt the familiar burning in your stomach as a 4th orgasm was quickly approaching, making you whimper.

" 'm close, Lee." you moaned, your voice coming out in whiny pants. leon groaned as he felt you clench around him and his head dropped to the crook of your neck, muffling his moans as he bit at the skin, sucking dark purples into the soft flesh.

his thrusts became sloppy as his hips stuttered and he twitched in you, alerting you to the fact that he was about to cum also.

"wanna cum in you, want to see your belly swollen with my baby." he mumbled as he lifted his head, looking down at you expectantly while slowing the momentum of his hips just slightly.

"please, baby." he added, eyes pleading with you and you couldn't deny him, not when the thought made you moan quietly.

you nodded eagerly, whispering a 'yes please' under your breath and that was enough for Leon as his hips picked up once more and the sound of skin slapping filled the room once more. you came around him just moments later, your nails digging into his biceps as you gripped them.

"fuck, sweetheart.." he panted as he came in you with a loud groan, pulling out slowly. the empty feeling made you whine in discomfort, but you gasped when you felt his fingers push his cum back into you, making sure you kept every single drop stuffed inside you.

satisfied, he dropped onto the bed next to you with a huff, pulling you into his arms as he gathered himself. you rested your head on his chest, your body feeling heavy with exhaustion.

"you alright, darlin'?" he asked quietly, his fingers tracing up and down your spine. all you could do was nod against his chest with a hum, too tired to actually speak. his other hand wiped the little hairs away from your sweaty forehead before leaning down to kiss the crown of your head.

he was about to ask if you wanted to shower when he felt your body completely relax against his and your breathing became quiet and steady. he chuckled to himself and kissed your head once more before tightening his grip around you and closing his own eyes, quickly falling asleep after you did.

[here-but-forgotten]

takin' my time

alejandro vargas x f!reader

kitchen sex / rough sex / domestic / light spanking / light sub-dom undertones / aftercare / no beta we die like men / 3.5k words / archive of our own link

“What have you decided to bake today?” The question floats in the air for as moment, your focus on folding the batter on the sides of the bowl back into the rest of the batter. The kitchen is cool, allowing for the oven to not turn the area into a furnace, footsteps approaching as the sun shines in through the sheer curtains.

“Chocolate bake,” You finally respond, warm hands coming to rest on your hips, the warmth seeping from his hands to your skin, his chest pressed up against your back. Alejandro hums, his cheek resting on the top of your head, becoming an audience for you as your focus returns to the batter; pouring into the pan while his hands creep to your stomach, resting there. His warmth enveloping you as you continue your focus, a softness draping the two of you. The air is never awkward or thick when it’s like this, when it’s a calm day filled with little tasks where the worst that happens is a mild inconvenience. Alejandro shifts behind you, kissing the crown of your head.

“Can I put this in the oven or are you going to keep me caged here?” You smile at his attention, kisses pressed against your forehead to your temple, trailing the side of your face to your ear; teeth catching the skin gentler than anticipated, hips pressing back against his as you arch your back. The scratch of his beard leaves tingles in its wake.

“I’d like to keep you still somehow, but maybe not like that,” Alejandro teases lowly, moving back to allow you to put the pan in the oven. His eyes never leaving your form— the shiver running down your back reminding you of such, with his heat gone from your body.

“I think I remember a certain way you’ve kept me still before.” You move away from the oven, setting the timer as the air behind you shifts a bit, your attention back to your baking as you gather your utensils into the batter bowl.

His hands return to your hips as you set the bowl beside the sink, his hips firmly pressing against your own,

“Alejan-”

“Nuh uh,” His hand grips your jaw, turning your head to look back and up at him, the crown of your head resting against his chest, “How did I keep you still before, hm?”

A flush rushes through your body, from your chest to your face and back down again; Alejandro’s grip firm but not tight, keeping your eyes locked on his. Your stomach twists in a heat, seeping to your groin and thighs. His gaze is firm, authoritative, yet only a whisper of what he exudes when he is working.

“You held me down,” You whisper.

“And how did I do that?” Alejandro asks, his voice quiet but not small.

Your face is hit with another wave of flush, trailing down to your breasts; the vulnerability of recounting what has happened would be humiliating if it wasn’t him.

“You pinned my hands down,”

“Mhmm.”

“And held my hair.”

His eyes look over your face, moving from your eyes to your lips, his other hand moving to your belly to push your hips flush against his; his hard-on pressing against your lower back as a stillness settles in the kitchen. The hand on your stomach trailing up in a line of heat, groping one of your breasts roughly through your clothing- a moan escaping your mouth as he locks eyes with you again.

Alejandro’s gaze is intense, a gaze that places a warm weight pressed onto your shoulders, keeping you still with the silent understanding of granted dominance; a dominance that has been gifted to him, and one that he could never claim without your blessing.

“And you got that for being a little whore, didn’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Your voice falls out softer than expected, his hand on your breast running down to your groin- his touch softer and lighter as he cups your mound, continuing to keep you firmly against him.

“You just had to wear a little skirt, didn’t you?” His voice drops into a lower tone, a bit of grit added as his fingers ghost over your panties, warmth rushing through your core to meet him.

“They get less dirty than my pants do,” You try to logically rebuttal, a little smile creeping from your lips to prove yourself wrong. Alejandro quirks an eyebrow at you, both mildly amused and irritated at the attempted reasoning.

“They just so happen to leave a lot out in the open, no?” His hand leaves your jaw to wrap itself around your throat, a weight anchoring you into reality.

“Just a little…”

Alejandro lets out a bemused hum, swiftly moving his hand to the back of your neck, bending you over the counter- his body draping your own as his cock pressed against your ass firmly. His weight pinning you down with no room for discussion, warmth running up your legs to your core, his jeans rubbing against your legs.

“I would beg to differ,” He grovels, his hand at your core gripping the meat of your thigh— a gasp escaping you— with a firmness that would leave marks, “that this is ‘a little’, neña.”

A shaky breath leaves you along with the tension in your body, melting into the counter as his weight pins you there, his hand from your throat joining his other, groping and gripping the meat of your thigh; his chest pinning yours down to the counter, his lips assaulting your neck in teeth-filled kisses, his beard brushing against the marks. Your hips back into his again, warmth spreading from your core to your thighs, his touch making the heat unbearable as it grew. Whines fall out of your mouth before you have a chance to catch them, a growl vibrating through your back as a response.

Alejandro’s hips leave yours, his hands running from your inner thighs to your hips, thumbs pulling your skirt up over the curve of your ass to your waist—

“Hm, these aren’t your normal choice,” He muses as he inspects your panties, his darkened gaze briefly meeting yours over your shoulder.

“What’s different about them?” The tease falls out of your mouth before you have a chance to think about its consequence.

“These are the ones that you beg me to rip off of you, but I’m sure you already knew that.”

His hips press against yours again, now with less fabric in between the two, a moan leaving you as his bulge moves between the folds of your core, the heat in your body becoming too much to bear. Your hips grind back against his— granting you another growl— only for his hands to tighten their grip on your hips.

“If I was less merciful I’d say you planned this, cariño,” Alejandro teases, his voice quipped up with a smile and strained.

“Of course not,” you hum with a smile.

Alejandro only responds in a small hum of acknowledgement, his thumbs gently rubbing your hips in a soothing manner, a softened feeling sinking into your shoulders despite your exposed position. His hands move, from a warm spot on your hips to the waist band of your panties,

“You’ve soaked through these,” His tone is telling, not questioning, running his fingers under the waist band, teasing the skin with his gentle brushing touch.

“Wonder whose fault that is.”

A faux-frustrated sigh leaves him, his grip pulling on the panties for a moment, contemplating your words for a still, eternal moment.

The rough yank pulls you back with a gasp, fabric ripping open and exposing your ass to him, only for him to continue rip after rip to pull apart the panties— leaving you open and exposed for him as the rejected fabric falls to the floor, the only fabric remaining being the waist band.

“Alejandro,” You draw out his name in a whine, his touch suddenly leaving you, the cool touch of metal resting against your hip—

“Shh,” He instructs, the knife cutting the band and letting it fall to the floor, the clink of it resting out of reach on the counter sealing the fate of the damned fabric.

Alejandro’s fingers rub your core, gathering the wet that has accumulated there, rubbing rhythmically, dipping down to circle your clit.

“Gotten this worked up over baking a cake, hm?”

“I don’t think the cake is what did it.”

He lets out a bemused chuckle, softer than his passionate actions, his fingers working your core as you melt into the counter once more; his digits warming your core beyond his previous touches, gently rubbing your clit enough to send waves of warmth through you as your muscles tremble. His middle finger entering you easily, leaving your clit alone as the air hits it, his touch slow and leisurely as he fingers you.

“Please, Alej,” You whimper, looking back at him for a moment, eyes meeting with an authority that you’re unable to challenge. Your focus wavers, resting on your forearms as he plays with you like a little doll that he keeps for himself.

His leisurely pace continues, working his finger inside of you with a lack of urgency, his other hand holding your hip firmly in place. Your core relaxing around him, your soft whines and whimpers filling the kitchen alongside the smell of the cake baking— his finger suddenly leaving you, pulling a gasp from you, only for him to roughly circle your clit, your hips jerking back against him at the sudden stimulation. He chuckles lowly, his grip strengthening on your hip to keep you still, torturing your clit with the roughness of his touch, your whines only encouraging him; the warmth wading through you while your stomach tightens. His fingers entering you again swiftly, two opening you up as you whine at the previous rough treatment and mourning the absence of it, his pace swifter and quicker than before, opening you up with a gasp,

“You beg a lot when you know you only get what I give you,” Alejandro grovels, his full weight suddenly on your back, pressing onto the counter with more force, “I should make you bake in an apron only next time, then you’ll be exposed for me, you’d like that, no?”

A garbled whine leaves you, unable to form words, his words and fingers reducing you to a doll for him to use, his two fingers stalling their thrusts to massage there they rested.

“Uh huh?” Alejandro smiles into a chuckle against your cheek, kissing your jaw, his hand leaving your hip and gripping your jaw, turning you to face him. His lips finally push against yours, a moan immediately leaving both of you, your lips ignited, his beard softly brushing against your face. His tongue brushes against your lips, a sweet gasp letting him in, his presence engulfing you in him. Alejandro’s own moans vibrate through you as another finger slips into you, your moan only allowing him to consume you more; his hand moving from his grip on your jaw to your throat, holding your neck firmly but cautiously, his nose clashing against yours messily as his fingers work further, his pace picking up. Your whimpers and whines are consumed by him, by his touch, by his mouth, by his presence over you.

Alejandro pulls his fingers out of you abruptly, pleasure-drunk sob leaving you as his touch completely leaves you, the sound of his belt and zipper cutting through your haze.

“Patience, neña,” He tuts, the sound him spitting into his hand making your core clench, looking over your shoulder to watch him stroke his large cock; a whine leaving you as you look up at him, a chuckle leaving him at your desperation, continuing to stroke himself at your state. Your eyes rake back down his body, through his built muscle, scars, the little stupid 20-year-old tattoos he got half drunk, his thick hair from his chest to his groin that is only interrupted by scars or muscle, and his thick cock, uncut and leaking, a veil visible through his foreskin, hair trailing down his v to his thighs—

“Enjoying the view?” Alejandro breaks through your thoughts, his hands finally reclaiming your hips, his cock teasing your entrance and clit.

“Hmm, uh huh,” You manage through a lust-ridden mind, one of his hands gripping your throat.

Alejandro hums, finally pushing his thick head through your entrance the dull stretch that is evident of his size, a groan leaving you from deep in your chest; his grunt mirroring your groan, his hand around your throat pulling you back to his chest, arching your back to take more of his cock, keeping you close as your body relaxed around him.

His head rests against yours, chin on your shoulder, his pants fanning your ear as he adjusts to you; his cock stretching you out wonderfully at his size, his hips slowly pushing through to rest against yours. His cock resting deep inside of you, your body full and weighted down by him, your ass resting against his hips.

“You always feel wonderful,” Alejandro praises you, his voice soft and breathy, his breath sending a shiver rushing through you, pressing a warm gentle kiss to your ear.

“Feels so good,” You manage, Alej groaning in response, his fingers around your throat softly massaging to reassure you. He leans forward, leaning you down onto the counter to rest you on your forearms, his body pressed fully against yours— his hips pressing himself as deep into you as he could.

“Now be a good whore, yeah?”

Alejandro’s hips snap against yours with pointed accuracy, a cry ripping through you— the sensation of being empty and full again overwhelming you— setting a brutal pace of quick snaps and his tight grip on you, keeping you where he wants you as his cock ruthlessly fills you to the brim and taking away the sensation just as it reaches you. His hand around your throat holds you surely, without the force to choke, while his other hand took its liberty to dig bruises into the flesh of your hip. The momentum of his thrusts ripples your ass with each snap of his hips, his growls and grunts filling your ears and keeping you within your floating overwhelming overtaken headspace, his cock reaching the spongy area that reduces you to mush, keeping you pliant and good for him to fuck.

His lips find your ear, taking your ear between his teeth, holding you there against him with a sweet dull pain reminding you of how you’re being ruined. Your own noises aren’t even registering as your own anymore, just vibrations leaving your throat that radiate through his hand, mixed with the wet snaps and his own noises. The overwhelming sensation only worsened, his grip on your throat pulling you up to rest your head under his, resting your crown against his throat, thrusting into you at a deeper angle as your back arches greatly, your hips kept still, his balls slapping against your clit with every thrust giving you sweet rushes of pointed pleasure.

His hips stall, his dick deep within you, panting for a moment as though his attention was somewhere else; his grip on your throat softened as the hand on your hip mimicked, easing out of your heat,

“What- why,” you ask, words not coming out as a coherent thought as much as a lust-hazed jumble.

Beep beep beep.

“Your cake is done,” Alejandro answers, a smirk heavy in his voice as he pulls you away from the counter to grab oven mitts, “You don’t want it to over-bake.”

“I hate you sometimes,” You grumble, the haze lifting long enough for the oven mitts to come on.

You take the time to open the oven, pulling the cake further on the rack to check if it’s baked through enough, finding it to be done and pulling it from the oven; resting it on the stove and putting the rack back, turning the oven off, just in time for Alejandro to grip you again,

“Is that so?” He murmurs with a certain tone, sending a shiver down your spine.

Alejandro pulls you back to the section of the counter you’ve been pressed against for the better part of 30 minutes, bending you over and re-entering you with a roughness, caging you down between his arms. His thrusts immediately picking back up their original speed, his arm around your throat as his other arm snaked around your waist.

“You hate when I fuck you like this, no?” He growls, keeping you locked where you are, your gasps being pushed out of you with every rough thrust, his cock bullying into you with every slight movement.

“Answer me.” Alejandro stops, keeping his cock buried in you.

“No, I don’t,” You gasp out in some sort of successful sentence.

“You’re just being a brat then,” His voice lowers to a growl, pulling your hips up further to meet his.

A little sob of pleasure leaves you, unable to form a rebuttal, his mocking chuckle only making you wetter as his thrusts resume, leaving you open to fill you up again with every rough movement, keeping you full of his cock every second only to rip it out, your walls twitching around him. His arm leaves your waist briefly, a swift swat landing on your ass, the sting only making you groan.

“You can’t stand to act right, huh?”

Swat.

“Can’t keep your mouth shut.”

Swat.

“You take what I give you, don’t you, neña?”

“Uh huh,” you whine, the light sting only making the stimulation stronger, his hips smacking against your ass with every thrust.

“Uh huh,” He mocks you back, your poor body being fucked like a whore that he never viewed you as, like a cheap little toy he could throw away afterwards while you knew that would never happen; no, he’s fucking you like this to make sure that your pussy will never take a cock the same after he’s done with you, as though that would happen.

“Such a pretty girl,” His breath is ragged as your walls twitch, the arm around your waist moving away, instead his hand cupping your pussy to find your clit, “my pretty girl, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, his finger finding your clit, rubbing circles as his growls morph into ragged pants, grit there but lessened, your pleasure mixing together from your clit, his touch, your walls, his presence, his everything that he gave you in a spontaneous fuck—

“Mariposa, you’re a dream,” Alejandro grumbles, his finger quickening as the warmth spreads to your thighs, the heat twisting deliciously, the only type of anxiety that was sweet twisting its way through your core. His thrusts never slowing as his rhythm faltered, his weight pressing down onto you more, his voice more uneven as his composure cracked— his focus on you.

“I’m- I’m-”

“Sí,” His voice is practically gravel, between ragged breaths and strained passion, his attention to your clit finally snapping at his disheveled state— warmth filling out your thighs and stomach, muscles constraining and tightening around him, keeping him inside of you as your orgasm crashes through you, the noise leaving your mouth strangled by your pleasure. The warmth devolving into sensitivity as his hand leaves your clit, holding you still as his irregular thrusts stall, a final growl accompanying the warm cum that fills you. His weight holding you down to the counter as he pants in your ear, finally releasing your throat from his arm, the muscles of his thigh twitching against yours.

A mixture of noise and an attempt at syllables leaves your mouth, resting your head against the counter as Alejandro lifts his weight off of you, gently pulling out of you; his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you upright, keeping the majority of your weight distributed onto him.

“Good, no?” Alejandro teases, his voice worn but warm, pressing a soft kiss against shell of your ear.

“Yeah,” You breathe out, his nose buried in your hair, his arms keeping you close and keeping you warm as reality returns to the two of you; your wrinkled skirt around your waist that has half-fallen back down, his jeans that have been around his knees this entire time and the little sting of on your leg where the zipper teeth grazed against you aggressively, and the smell of baked chocolate cake in the air. The sun shining onto the counter, the bowl beside the sink, the cake resting on the stove.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” His voice is softer, turning you to pick you up, pulling you into his arms, your body relaxing against him, “You still have to make the frosting.”

“Are you going to fuck me when I’m trying to do that too?” You murmur, nuzzling into his shoulder as he carries you, his warmth seeping into your skin. Your body relaxes into him, his gentle grip reassuring and a silent promise to keep you safe, your eyes slipping shut.  

Alejandro chuckles, carrying you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed, letting you melt there, your eyes shut as you hear his footsteps go and come, his hands pulling off your shirt, a warm rag running up your legs ever so softly, cleaning you up with a gentleness only reserved for you.

“Te amo,” Alejandro kisses your cheek gently, capturing your lips with an almost-lethargic softness, as his body drapes over yours.

“Te amo.”

tags / @lucyisdoingfine @southernbluebellereader

[cupidskissx]

a funny fic about lestappen being caught doing the dirty by drivers/team principals?😂

Hello sweet Anon, I hope you see this, I’m sorry it took so long 🙈❤️

Now, I know you wanted funny, this has its moments, 2 lines probably, because my inspiration came mostly from this masterful artwork by @lihuiantipyretic so I hope you still enjoy this!

TW: light Dom/Sub, light choking

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Charles had seen Max win his third WDC from two car lengths behind, it was something to behold, him weaving down the straight after he passed the checkered flag. Then he’d been rushed off his feet, caught in the whirlwind, probed and prodded, cameras in his face. It wasn’t until the press conference that Charles saw him finally decompress, but something wasn’t right. Charles could see him shifting in his seat, he looked uncomfortable, antsy, and when Charles finally caught his eye he knew instantly.

Fuck.

Max held his gaze for a beat too long, eyebrows pinched, pleading, for the whole room to see.

The newly re-crowned champion, having taken the title off Charles, was looking at him like that in front of everyone. Charles crossed one leg over the other, hands in his lap.

If Charles was a weaker man he would have stood up and dragged him away then and there. But he’s not. As much as he wanted to, needed to, he couldn’t. They couldn’t.

It was another, agonising, 15 minutes before they finished. Their release prolonged due to the fact Max occasionally stumbled over his words, or floundered to recollect the championship winning overtake.

They barely made it into the bathroom down the hall before Charles was kissing him. “You okay?” He asked, shoving Max against the wall.

“Mmm, I am now.”

“Do you still need me to…”

“Yes, need you to bring me back down.”

“Okay, baby, you relax,” Charles pressed him into the wall, hands roaming over his chest as Max’s linked together around his lower back. “Let me take your mind off it all.”

Max nodded.

They didn’t do this so openly, so publicly, it’s something that remained hidden away in dark hotel rooms. But Charles couldn’t deny him, not now, not today, not when he needed it the most.

He got his mouth back on him, slid his tongue into his mouth, and one of his hands up to his neck. He cupped the flesh, the solid muscles shifted as Max tilted his head up for Charles to have better access.

Charles gently added more weight into his hold, Max melted into kiss, into him. The power that ran through Charles’ veins was thick and dangerous. The urge to keep going, to test the limits, got stronger with each laboured breath Max puffed into his mouth.

“More,” Max begged, “Please.”

Charles didn’t need to be told twice, he ran his other hand up to his neck, interlocking his thumbs over his throat, and adding more pressure. Max’s Adam’s apple strained against the tips of his thumbs. Max started to lose the ability to kiss him back.

“That’s it, Cheri, just like that. I’ve got you.”

Max broke away to rest his head back against the tiled wall. Eyes squeezed shut.

Charles pushed his thigh between Max’s legs, he instantly sank down enough to slowly grind against it. Charles rested his forehead against Max’s, whispering to him, telling him how good he is, how Max is his, and only his. Max’s cheeks flushed and Charles didn’t know if it was from being showered in praise or from the lack of air, so Charles eased off, just in case, and kissed him again.

Max didn’t expect the warm mouth on his, he grunted in surprise and tightened his hold around Charles’ waist, pulling him closer, his thigh rutting against Max’s bulge. Max rocked on him, harder and faster, until he stilled. He came undone, still fully clothed, moaning into Charles mouth.

“You really did need that, didn’t you? Didn’t even get to touch you,” Charles murmured. He slipped his thigh out from between his legs and loosened the hold on his neck, but he kept his hands cupped over his throat. The absence of them too soon often made things worse.

“Later,” Max promised, voice tight. “Do you need me to…”

Max unlinked his fingers from around his back and reached for him. Charles grabbed his wrist. “Later sounds good.”

Max nodded and kissed him, long and slow, until they broke away, snapping their heads to look in the direction of the bathroom door as it swept open.

Charles swallowed thickly at the sight of Christian Horner, stock-still, staring at them. The door swung back on its hinges, colliding into Christian’s shoulder, knocking him out of his daze.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Leclerc?” Christian advanced on them, “Get off him!”

Charles dropped his hands instantly, “It’s not what is looks like,” he tried to step back but Max’s tight hold prevented him from moving.

Max’s clear intention to keep Charles in place made Christian stop in his tracks before he could yank Charles off him.

“Max?” Christian turned his fiery glare onto his driver for conformation.

“It’s okay,” he agrees, “Charles and I…”

He didn’t need to say more, Christian filled in the blanks, cutting him off with a breathless: “Jesus…”

Charles could see him fight the urge to tell them this was a PR nightmare. That if the wrong person had walked in it would have been career ending.

Christian sighed, heavy and prolonged. “How long?”

Charles looked at Max who had the tiniest smile on his lips. “A year and a bit.”

Christian nodded, likely piecing together all the small moments that didn’t make sense over. Like when Max arrived at a TAG Heuer sponsorship event wearing a Richard Mille. Or when Max left last year’s Zandvoort debrief early, citing a tummy bug, when in actuality he needed Charles’ hands around his neck. Or more recently when Christian arrived unexpectedly at Max’s hotel room last month only for Max not to let him in because Charles was still spread out, naked, barely lucid, after getting his brain sucked out of his dick not even three minutes prior.

“Don’t become complacent,” it was the closest they’d get to Christian’s blessing for now. He’d likely pull Max into his office and force him to have the conversation they’d both tried so hard to avoid.

“I’m gonna go pee,” Christian said, “When I’m done one of you better be gone.”

Christian went into one of the stalls, and flicked the lock.

“I love you, you know that, right?” Max whispered. Out of all the scenarios, Charles never expected Max to confess those words for the first time inside a small Brazilian bathroom with the sound of Christian Horner peeing in the background.

Charles laughed at the absurdity of the situation and kissed him, “I love you too,” he whispered against his lips. “I’ll see you later, yeah?”

Max nodded, “I’ll be a while, you know how it is.”

Charles recalled being pulled in every direction for hours after winning his championship title. He nodded, “I’ll stay awake for you.”

Max kissed him, long and slow.

“I was serious, stop making out and get out of here,” Christian’s strained voice grumbled.

“Okay, okay. Good luck with him,” Charles grinned, kissed Max one more time then left.

*

Feel free to send a prompt any time if you don’t mind waiting literal months for me to get my act together 😇🥰

[wonillaa]

how enhypen members would comfort you ♡

gn reader + fluff

note. thank you for this request @xivastronaut 💟 these type of scenarios are so cute to me i love enha so bad </3

heeseung would tuck your head under his chin, humming and nodding to reassure you he was listening. he’d let you rant and cry into his shoulder. he’s the type to hurt with you, he’d uncontrollably pout at your tear stained face and puffy eyes. “is there anything i can do? i hate seeing you so sad” he’d massage your hips and kiss every inch of your face. he’d take you to bed and wrap you in a blanket, “lets have a better day tomorrow” he’d give you a soft smile and kiss your forehead.

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jay would rub your back and let you suffocate him with your body on top of his. he’d make sure you’re comfortable and you’d tell him what’s bothering you if you wanted. if not, he’d just hold you and kiss the crown of your head letting you know he’s there for you. he’d whisper comforting words and give you a little pep talk at the end and give you a little shake when you smile at him. “how can someone so cute have a bad day, i’m gonna have a word with whoever did this”

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jake would refuse to let you stay sad, especially go to sleep sad. “your eyes look so sad this is putting a pit in my stomach.” he’d hug you tight as tears continued to spill from your eyes. he’d carefully ask if you want to talk about what’s wrong and he’d listen to everything you had to say, trying his best to comfort you. he’d hold your hands and tell you how much he loves you + everything he loves about you.

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sunghoon is a little nervous, but he still does his best. he pouts at how sad you look and kisses your tears away. “what made my baby so sad hm?” he still has to tease you no matter the occasion. you’d sniffle and gently punch his shoulder which made him hug you closer. he genuinely hates seeing you upset and wishes he had it in him to magically make you feel better. he’d end up praising you all night and babying you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

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sunoo goes into panic mode and quickly asks what’s wrong. he’d be so invested in what you had to say and always replied with the right words. he would prioritize comforting you over giving you a solution, he want you to feel safe and loved more than anything else. he’d hold both of your hands and kiss your cheeks, repeating i love yous all night.

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jungwon will always wipe your tears and give you the most concerned eyes ever. he’ll pick you up and set you on his lap and giggle at how cute you look. “stop laughing is my pain a joke to you” this only made him laugh more and he put your foreheads together, “i don’t like you being sad, but you’re so pretty even when you cry it’s making me giggle” he’d pinch your cheeks then get serious about what’s making me feel down, he’d give you all his attention and make sure you wouldn’t cry over the same thing again.

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niki would have both of his hands placed on your cheeks staring deep into your eyes. “what’s wrong” his eyebrows would be furrowed and you were so caught off guard you didn’t really know what to say. you’d whisper your worries and he’d frown and pull you into his chest. “don’t worry about those things, i love you” you’d roll your eyes because you’ll worry regardless, but he cuddled you all night and kept glancing at your face while you were watching youtube videos to make sure you didn’t cry again.

[gukkkwrts]

summary : your gamer boyfriend comforts you

genre : jeon wonwoo x reader

word count : 685

you just got out of a refreshing shower after having a long tiring day at work, rather call it a bad day. Sighing you made your way towards the dresser to dry your hair and do your simple skincare routine. Soon you heard groaning sounds from the room adjacent to yours, which was your boyfriend’s gaming room. Yes! your boyfriend. Jeon Wonwoo.

Chuckling a bit at his antics you made your way towards him after being done with your skincare.

Slowly tiptoeing your way towards him, you saw him focused on his game with his fingers busy on the keyboard and eyes dug into the screen. A soft smile adorned your face, realizing how much you craved his attention after having such a bad day and how much you missed him.

You stood behind him and gently snaked your arms around his neck, hugging him from the back. He flinched but soon relaxed in your touch and spoke, “hey babe”, kissing your knuckles. Though he was a cold and reserved guy, he never failed to make your heart flutter with little gestures like this.

You didn’t say anything and kept quiet which he did notice. Contemplating for a few minutes whether you should straddle his lap or not, as you really wanted his hugs you finally made a move. Though you knew he wasn’t much of a skinship guy, he did cuddle you in his sleep without him knowing.

Sliding into his lap after ducking yourself, you finally placed yourself in a comfortable position and hugged him tight. He froze on his spot for a moment, processing what happened. As this wasn’t a normal thing but he wasn’t complaining as well. He continued with his game after adjusting you properly on his lap until he felt his neck getting wet, where your head was placed.

Pausing his game he brought you closer, practically squeezing you in his arms. Caressing your hair with one hand and back with another he spoke in a husky voice, “baby what’s wrong?”, and that was it. you broke down completely. He panicked looking at your state but still managed to stay calm. He let you cry on his shoulder while rubbing your back to calm you down. Whispering sweet nothings and kissing the crown of your head he waited for your sobs to subside.

After crying for a good 20 minutes, you finally started calming down. Lifting your head up, meeting your eyes which were glossy and puffed up from all the crying you did whereas your lips adorned a cute pout which he wanted to kiss. Sniffling cutely you spoke, “i had a really bad day at work, i was so clumsy and kept messing up the files and almost messed up the presentation of a big client for which my boss bashed me in front of the whole team”, saying that you felt tears brimming back which made you dig your face in the crook of his neck.

“oh love~ it’s completely normal to make mistakes, baby we are humans after all”, he said, lifting your face and wiping your tears while placing a warm kiss on your forehead which made you close your eyes. “you still did a great job today! now no more tears cause i’ll always be proud of you no matter what”, saying that he placed a long peck on your lips. he tasted like strawberries. A blush crept your cheeks as he was never the one to initiate any skinship or kisses. He was kinda shy that way and hesitant because of his cold persona. But you knew he was a golden retriever and oh so warm.

You again hugged him tightly and whispered an i love you, kissing his neck. He kept rubbing your back soothingly, pulling you closer in his embrace. Humming a soft melody, he played with your soft locks placing feather-like kisses on your crown. These gestures warmed your heart to the fullest. Vibrations from his chest due to humming calmed you down and made you sleepy. Before dwelling into your slumber you heard-

i love you the most~